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The Oregon Sportsman 

Volume Four January, 1916 Number One 

Published by authority of the Oregon Fish and Game Commission 
from its offices, 533-536 Pittock Block, Portland, Oregon. 


Carl D. Shoemaker State Game Warden 

Wm. L. Finley State Biologist 

George Palmer Putnam Secretary to the Commission 

All material for publication should be sent to the Oregon Sports- 
man, Portland, Oregon. 



Terry Lowe is dead because his brother, Auldren, 
thought he was a deer. Auldren saw the bushes move 
and fired the fatal shot. Had he exercised the ordinary 
precaution of any good hunter his brother would be 
alive today and his own mind would not be weighted 
down with the sense of the awful tragedy. 

Frederick Layton was out hunting when a bullet 
from some unknown hunter's rifle entered his heart. 
Layton is dead, and his slayer is perhaps unconscious 
of the deed he has done. Carelessness was undoubtedly 
responsible for the snuffling out of this life. 

During the hunting season last year three other 
men were mistaken for deer and killed. Think of it — 
four men dead because some other hunter was criminally 
careless. Accidents are liable to happen even to the 
most careful but there is absolutely no excuse for 


mistaking a man for a deer. We respectfully call at- 
tention to the illustration in another place in this issue 
of The Sportsman which shows the absurdity of any- 
one making any such mistake. Back of such careless- 
ness is the anxiety on the part of the hunter that he 
will miss his deer if he does not shoot when the bushes 

In the first place a hunter who shoots at the moving 
brush without seeing the object which causes the motion 
may become a violator of the game laws even though 
he kills a deer. He is shooting on the chance that a buck 
deer is causing the motion. The motion of the brush 
may be caused by a doe. In at least four cases in the 
past year frightful experience has told us that a human 
being was the cause of that rustling in the brush. 

Year after year the State Game Warden has issued 
warning not to shoot at moving bushes. In addition 
to this he has repeatedly cautioned hunters never to 
pull the trigger until the object to be shot at is clearly 
in his vision. In spite of these warnings, however, 
hunters will take chances. They are willing to place in 
jeopardy the lives of their companions simply on the 
chance that what they are shooting at might be a deer. 
If every hunter would follow the simple rule of never 
firing till the deer is in sight there would be no tragedies 
to record like those of last fall. 

Of course it is impossible to avoid those accidents 
which will happen in spite of the greatest caution. But 
cases of this kind are rare indeed. Such a case was that 
of John W. Gates, who was carrying his shotgun under 
his arm in the approved fashion when he stumbled and 
fell. The gun was discharged by the trigger coming 
in contact with a twig. Gates lost the fingers of his 
right hand as a result. 


On practically every cabin located on every game 
preserve in Oregon you will find a notice substantially 
as follows: "Unload your gun before bringing it into 
the cabin." Had a duck hunter observed this simple 
injunction William Blake would not now be lying in 
St. Vincent's . Hospital with a bullet hole through his 
right leg. Blake had just come in from a duck hunt, 
emptied his gun on the outside of his cabin and was pre- 
paring something to eat when his companion came 
through the door with his automatic shotgun. Blake 
asked him if he had unloaded the gun. His companion 
said that he had not done so and the next instant Blake 
felt the contents of a twelve-gauge shell boring their 
way through his leg. This occurred on Thanksgiving 
day. Blake will be in the hospital for several weeks 
more. Carelessness alone was responsible for this 

Instance after instance could be recorded similar to 
those already related. Carelessness is responsible for 
more than ninety per cent of all the so-called accidents 
which occur through the use of firearms while hunting. 
An abundance of caution will prevent most of these 

Sportsmen of Oregon let us hammer away at these 
simple rules against carelessness until every man who 
carries a gun will observe them! 


On December the first of last year the paid sub- 
scribers to The Sportsman totalled something over 
400. Today we have more than 2,000 paid subscribers. 
The increase of five hundred per cent is the result of a 


little wager made by the State Game Warden with the 
State Biologist. Credit, however, for the actual getting 
of the subscriptions must be given to the wardens located 
throughout the state who turned the bulk of the new 
paid subscriptions. James Stewart, deputy for Moro 
county, turned in the banner list with 225 new sub- 

We want The Sportsman to be a power for the 
upbuilding of game protection sentiment in this state. 
If you like The Sportsman tell your friends about it 
and get them to subscribe, or better yet, send in their 
subscription yourself. It will be twenty-five cents well 

The editors have placed ten thousand subscribers 
as the goal for this year. This can be accomplished if 
you will help. 


"One of the biggest wastes of big money in the state 
is the Fish and Game Commission. Cut off a few hundred 
• of the wardens and salary-drawing officials, and no doubt 
some fellow would catch a string of trout or shoot a hen 
pheasant out of season, but which would hurt the tax- 
payers the most, the poaching or the paying?" 

The above is a clipping taken from one of our lead- 
ing county newspapers. It represents the common error 
into which uninformed citizens of the state fall. If 
every citizen of Oregon could be made to realize that 
the taxpayers pay absolutely nothing to the game pro- 
tection fund, half of the troubles of the department 
would be obviated. 

Every dollar that is spent for game protection and 
for the propagation and liberation of. game fish comes 
from the sportsmen through the purchase of hunters' 


and anglers' licenses. Instead of "a few hundred war- 
dens" the game department employs from thirty-six 
to fifty wardens, depending on the season of the year. 
The fund is expended through a commission of four 
members and the Governor. 

We call attention to this paragraph simply in the 
hope that it will be read by some who have fallen into 
the common error of believing that the taxpayers of 
the state are paying for the sport of hunting and 


The Oregon Sportsmen's League, which was in an- 
nual session in Portland in December, adopted The 
Sportsman as its official organ. The League and this 
publication stand for the same things. Both are fight- 
ing for cleaner and more wholesome sport, for a greater 
development of the idea of game protection, and in- 
creased efficiency in all departments of the fish and 
game service to the end that our streams and forests 
may abound in fish and game. The league has a splen- 
did set of officers, who are actively co-operating with 
the game department to bring about the highest type 
of sportsmanship in Oregon. Our state stands pre- 
eminent as a hunters' and anglers' paradise. Eternal 
vigilance, however, is the price of keeping it so. 


On January 4th, there was introduced in Congress 
a bill which has for its ob j ect the setting aside of isolated 
sections in our national forests for the purpose of prop- 
agating our larger game, such as deer, mountain goat, 


antelope and other wild game animals. The final pur- 
pose of the act is to increase the national food supply. 
This legislation should meet with the approval of the 
sportsmen of Oregon, for here in our great state Ave 
have many such sections in our national domain which 
would make ideal sanctuaries. The work of creating 
these refuges will he carried on by the Department of 
Agriculture. It will be a federal offense for the viola- 
tion of any of the provisions of the act and offenses 
will be prosecuted in the federal court. The penalty for 
such an offense is fixed at a fine not exceeding $500.00. 
or by imprisonment for a period of not more than six 
months, or both. 


During the past month all of Oregon has experi- 
enced the most severe snow storms in many years. Early 
in January reports came into the office of the State 
Game Warden to the effect that game and song birds 
were unable to obtain feed and that unless heroic efforts 
were made by the department thousands of the birds 
would die. Hasty action was necessary. Governor 
Withycombe himself took a personal interest in the 
critical situation and issued an appeal to the people of 
the state to feed the birds wherever possible. Thousands 
of people throughout the state heeded this call and dur- 
ing the period of the heaviest snow it was a common 
sight everywhere in Oregon to see the children and their 
parents throwing out feed in the yard to the birds, which 
became so tame that they would literally eat from the 
hand. It clearly demonstrated that there is a greater 
interest today in game protection than ever before in the 
history of the State. 


Members of various sportsmen's organizations in 
different parts of the State raised money, bought quan- 
tities of grain and took it out into the country in 
machines and wagons and scattered it where it was soon 
found by pheasants and quail. Deputy game wardens 
rendered important service in this time of need. Along 
some of the railroad lines grain was distributed by the 
conductors and the brakemen. The State Game depart- 
ment spent hundreds of dollars in feed for distribution 
in out-of-the-way places. The combined result was that 
the game and song birds of Oregon came through the 
snow period in splendid condition. Had not this co- 
operation between citizens, sportsmen and the game de- 
partment existed the state would have suffered a fright- 
ful loss in birds. 

The following remarks by Professor S. F. Sykes, 
of the Oregon Agricultural College, are significant as 
well as pertinent : 

"Feeding the birds in snowy weather is only squaring 
our account with the birds. The few handfuls of grain 
thrown out for the birds during the recent snow storm 
will bring the best returns of the year. Many a little 
bird-guardian, robin, bluebird, siskin, gold finch or 
junco, which came months ago to clean up the weed 
seeds of last season to catch the cutworms and leather 
jaskets lurking in the turnip or grass fields, was going 
about hungry and with cold feet. Many of them also 
have perished with cold. 

"An examination of the stomach contents of birds 
during an open Winter has shown that they are at such 
a time entirely beneficial. In one robin's stomach were 
found 210 March fly larvae. A China pheasant had 
eaten 673 larvae at a single meal. These grubs resemble 



cutworms and are a serious pest on root crops, grass and 
alfalfa. Moreover, five j uncos were found to have de- 
stroyed in a single morning 275 May weed seed, 101 
wild grass seeds, and 301 pigweed seeds. Thus the 
j uncos, together with the siskins and green-backed gold 
finches, make away with millions of noxious weed seeds 
in the course of an ordinary Winter season." 

Buy your license early. 

Help out the game protection idea by talking it to 
your neighbor and your friends. 

A good resolution for every sportsman to have made 
at the beginning of the new year was, "I will be true 
to the highest ideals of sportsmanship in both word 
and deed." 

If you do not have a Rod and Gun Club or a Game 
Protective Association, notify the game department and 
it will assist you in organizing one. Associations of 
this kind have a great influence on game protection in 
any community. 



By Blaine Hallock, Portland, Oregon. 

I walked out upon a rude log foot bridge, the only crossing for 
many miles up or down the river. Above, the water threaded its 
crooked way across the widening prairie which stretched to the far 
blue jagged summits of the Cascades. Below, the pines advanced to 
touch branches in some places across the placid flow, and further down, 
the river became more turbulent until it finally tumbled, a mad white 
cascade, into the rocky gorge which it follows for about two hundred 

The water was like crystal, and from the middle of the bridge I 
could see, here and there along the yellow sand, big olive green spotted 

With high hopes, I sent the flies out over the water. But my hopes 
were soon blasted. Repeated casts showed that the fish were not 
feeding. I crossed the bridge and worked up the other side. The 
same luck. I could not get a rise. Finally, on a long back cast, I lost 
my tail fly in a small pine. Rather exasperated, I whipped the stream 
for another fifty yards, which took me well out of the timber where 
there was nothing to impede a long cast.' 

Now the fish were breaking water here and there. I could see the 
peculiar lumps and swirls caused by the big trout sucking tiny insects 
from the surface, and up or down the river an occasional flop would 
announce that some over-eager fellow had cleared the water. Still my 
casts availed nothing. The sky had been overcast all day, with a more 
or less intermittent drizzle, and it began to sprinkle again. 

I heard Gibb, the genial owner of the car which had brought us to 
•the prairie, give vent to a yell of delight. Looking back, I saw him 
land a good trout. This was encouraging in spite of the rain. A 
hundred feet above, out beyond a partially submerged log, several 
trout rose almost together. Wading as close to the log as my boots 
would permit, l put the flies out to the water along its shore side and 
finally took an eleven-inch trout. Upon being hooked, the fish prompt- 
ly dove into the tangle of aquatic weeds which lined the bottom at 
that point. This resulted in the loss of my fly, though I landed the 
fish. Although but eleven inches in length, this fish was remarkably 
heavy. He was so deep in the belly and broad through the back that 
he looked almost deformed, but he was beautifully colored, being far 
more brilliant than the fish of the lower river. I remember what a 
distinct impression he made upon me at the time, though I have since 
noted that many of the Crane Prairie fish are like that. 

Several other casts brought nothing, although the fish were still 
rising, and I was finally able to drop the flies two feet beyond the log. 
The trout were feeding on bugs so small that I could not see them. 
My fish had struck a number seven Kamloops. Now, I put on two tiny 
dry flies, size 14; a Red Upright, and a March Brown. No sooner had 
these hit the water than they were taken. And I use the word liter- 
ally. A splash! The feel of my leader tightening over the log, and 
then that sickening realization that I was hauling in only the line. 
Another cast, this time with but one hook, a number 12, and as 
promptly another strike. The fish kept the deep water for a few 
moments, but finally darted under the log, and deprived me of an- 
other hook. 

By this time Gibb, who had noted the performance from below, 
hurried to the spot and, not to be outdone, waded out through the icy 


water toward the alluring log. He wore no boots, and the cold caused 
him to yell as he advanced. His shouts were an accurate register of 
the depth of the water. They increased proportionately. It was funny, 
very funny, for me. I laughed boisterously, but he who laughs last 
laughs best. Gibb would splash out into the deep water, cast feverishly 
beyond the log, where the trout were rolling over one another as they 
fed, lose a hook, just as I had been doing, and then plunging to shore 
like a scared moose, would stand for a second hugging his knees in an 
effort to renew his numbed circulation, re-rig his tackle and again 
take to the water. 

My third cast with the dry flies was rewarded by a vigorous tug, to 
which I responded with one equally as vigorous. I reasoned that with 
the fish on the other side of the log, the odds were a hundred to one 
in his favor, and my flies were suffering at a rate which bid fair to 
work an early conclusion of my activities. So, before he had time to 
follow the example of his predecessors, I gave him such a long pull 
and a strong pull that he came flopping over the obstruction and 
darted into the tangle of weeds on the inside. But matters were not 
greatly improved. A little submarine maneuvering on his part so 
laced my line in and out through the weeds that I appeared to be 
pulling at a bale of hay. "This thing must stop," quoth I, "at any 
hazard," so I started back across the prairie, dragging what appeared 
to be a liberal slice of the bottom of the river, but from which I could 
catch, now and then, the gleam of an exceptionally big trout. How 
the tiny dry fly held I do not know. But it did. The rod, however, 
did not. I was excited like most fishermen when they hook a big 
trout. I was cold, too, and exasperated at the afternoon's luck. But 
at that, my performance was very unorthodox and quite inexcusable. 
The last heavy tug which brought the fish and his garnishment of 
weeds to shore, snapped the rod at the tip end of the middle joint. 
I was for quitting then as it had begun to rain in earnest, and this 
shortly changed to a heavy fall of big wet snow flakes. But Jack, 
the long-legged youthful member of our party, was taking fish from a 
point some fifty yards above, and he urged me to try a cast there. 
Being able to fix the rod after a fashion by scrapping down the broken 
end of the joint and forcing it into the ferrule, I half heartedly 

The submerged log lay just at the mouth of a small dead water 
stream, which emptied into the river at that point, and Jack had 
leaped this water course. I sized it up. It was about six feet wide 
and four deep. I learned later that it was also very cold. 

I say, Jack had leaped it. Now, it must be remembered that Jack 
has two very long legs and that he did not wear hip boots. And let it 
be further understood that while I am blessed with a couple of the 
former, which on many similar occasions have served me well, I was 
heavily encumbered by a pair of the latter. 

But you already suspect what is to follow. Why postpone the 
inevitable? What matter though I sought a point favorable to the 
leap? What matter though I carefully measured the distance with 
my eye? What matter though I selected a particular little hummock 
extending rather beyond the common margin of the stream, as the 
point from which I should essay the running jump. These things are 
of no consequence. The fact remains that the hummock was a de- 
lusion and a snare. It proved nothing more substantial than an over- 
hanging bunch of grass. Gibb, my erstwhile friend, proved a heartless 
villain. He roared with mirth. And the water proved of a greater 
depth than I had thought, and of a temperature which Gibb's contor- 
tions did not even faintly suggest. 


That ended it for the day. 

How cold and disheartened and altogether miserable I felt as I 
shivered in the rain, trying to dry out at our feeble steaming fire. 
The boys were painfully sympathetic, and I noted more than one 
covert wink, and heard now and then the gurgle of a half suppressed 
laugh. Even the incomparable savor and flavor of fried trout, an hour 
dead, did not altogether revive my drooping spirits. 

Supper over, our soggy little party dispersed its several ways tc 
bed. And by this I mean that each made himself as comfortable for 
the night as conditions and possibilities would permit. Although we 
had our blankets, I do not think it can be said that any of us had a 
bed. Rather, I should call it a nest or a lair. 

I have read a lot about beds of pine under the stars. I have slept 
on them, too, many of them, and capital beds they were. Often have 
I sprawled on a fragrant heap of pine boughs under an August sky, 
fascinated by the mountain stillness, and have watched the stars file 
across the velvet curtain of the night and disappear behind the tree 
tops to the west. On such a bed I have been lulled to sleep by the 
gurgle of a mountain brook; and hours later, long after any self- 
respecting fisherman should be up and away to the purple waters, I 
have been awakened by the warmth of sunshine sifted down through 
reaching boughs. 

But there was no poetry about those beds on Crane Prairie. I 
remember the weird figures we presented as we grouped about our 
sputtering fire, performing the last ceremonies of the night. They 
were brief, those ceremonies, with just a touch of sadness. Discard- 
ing as much clothing as he dared (I recall wearing my hat to bed), 
each of several fishermen with a solemn "Good-night" crawled under 
his particular tree, rolled himself up in his damp blanket, and began 
the long vigil. 

I will not dwell upon the details of that night. I think I slept a 
little — just a little — before dawn. At any rate, after what seemed an 
eternity of cold cramped twisting and turning, I was aroused by the 
touch of big wet snow flakes on my face. It was morning. That is, 
the east showed gray through the trees. It was morning for the 
woods. In the city it would still be the middle of the night. 

Hot coffee, with bacon and trout, helped somewhat to dispel our 
disappointment, at the weather, and proved a marvelous remedy for 
cold backs and cramped limbs. The flurry continued while we ate. 
Big feathery flakes came twisting down through the trees, and sizzled 
with the bacon. But the snow melted almost as it fell, so that the 
prairie beckoned fresh and green in the morning light. 

Scattering up and down the stream, we began the serious work of 
the day. It was planned to leave at noon and we wanted full creels. 
But it appeared that we were again to be disappointed. Not a fish 
would rise. We tried the placid waters first — then the broken, swirling 
places below — but it was all the same. We changed our flies. We 
sank them. We skittered them across the surface of the deep still 
pools. We worked them down along the rapid riffles of the lower 
water. But it was to no purpose. And this continued for hours. 

Along toward ten o'clock I found myself back in the vicinity of 
camp, away from the rest, tired, disheartened and fully determined to 
give it up. But I didn't, of course. You who fish for trout know that 
I didn't, because you know of that optimism, that persistence, that 
inexplicable something which so often grips the fisherman in his hour 
of disappointment, and carries him on to success. Gamblers call it a 


hunch. Fishermen don't bother about calling it anything. They mere- 
ly feel it — and they fish on. 

That something urged me up the prairie, casting as I went. The 
sky was still overcast, and the trout were just as unresponsive as 
before. But there was an atmosphere of promise about the whole 
scene. I quickened my pace. 

Suddenly, with apparently no reason at all, for the air and the 
water were quite clear of any insects, a huge rainbow trout broke the 
surface not more than ten feet from where I stood. Several hurried 
casts into the widening rings failed to incite the fish to further action. 
But I sensed a change. I felt it. I saw it. 

A breeze came hurrying from somewhere out of the pines away 
off to the east, and caused the long prairie grass to nod and sweep in 
graceful waves. It danced along the bosom of the shining river and 
whipped little choppy wavelets about the reeds against the shore. It 
scattered the gray mists and rolled up little puffs of white cloud. It 
let the sun shine through and showed great patches of blue sky. And 
it stirred to life hundreds of gauzy winged May flies or uprights. 
They had been clinging to the shore grasses, but the lapping wavelets, 
the breeze and the sunshine put them to the air. Already the water 
well out from the shore showed signs of life. It lumped and twisted 
here and there in a most surprising manner, and I knew what it meant. 
I knew the time had come. 

Two number 10 blue Uprights went whisking out on the next 
favorable breeze, but they were caught by a cross gust, and doubled 
back, falling into the water twenty feet short. I would try again. 
Hauling in the line in big swinging loops, I was on the point of re- 
trieving the flies when a mighty tug accompanied by a swirl of the 
surface water quite upset my plan. 

Here I would pause. 

I want to feel it all over again — and I want you to feel it. That 
inexplicable thrill. That intense excitement — that quickening of the 
muscles; of the eye; of the senses. After hours of sickening disap- 
pointment — after so long and patient an effort — after hope when even 
hope seemed to be gone, this big fish, taking the fly almost at my 
feet, and the dozens of others rolling and leaping out there where the 
water flashed told me that the crucial moment was at hand. 

I could have waved my arms and yelled with sheer joy, but for 
the delicate business at hand. As it was, I struck firm and hard. The 
little bamboo curved to the work and quivered as the hook went home. 
A splash, a spurt and a lordly leap; a gleam of red and silver against 
the blue. I can see him now in the sun. I have seen him a hundred 
times since that epoch marking day on the prairie. And as often have 
I seen the many others which followed him out of the cold sparkling 
water onto the green prairie grass at my feet. 

Your true fisherman is an optimist indeed. He is a splendid ex- 
ample of the time-honored propositio'n that there is greater pleasure 
in anticipation than in realization. He goes a-fishing with high hopes. 
He conjures up scenes of magnificent pools full of great fish eager to 
take his lure. And he honestly thinks that some dav, in some land, 
he will somehow find really ideal angling. So he plans another trip, 
and another, and another, always confident that the next will work a 
full realization of his highest hopes. If he be a fisherman born, he is 
never disappointed, even when he has to admit that the fishing wasn't 
all he had expected, because, behind it all, away back in his innermost 



being there lurks still the hope, nay, the conviction that some day he 
will actually find the fishing of his dreams. 

And so it was with me that day on Crane Prairie. I was realizing 
the fishing of my dreams. Literally every cast brought a strike. But 
every strike did not bring a fish by any means. Sometimes it was the 
hook that would go — sometimes the whole leader — while more often 
the tiny flies would tear put of the fishes' mouths. And the trout were 
big. They were huge. They fought as I had never known rainbows to 
fight before. Many times I was compelled to run up or down the bank 
for a hundred feet before I could check and finally land my fish. 

How long this lasted I do not accurately remember. Probably 
about two hours. At any rate, when Gibb found me and pulled me 
away, urging that it was then past the hour of our departure, and that 
I had eaten no lunch, I discovered that my wrist was played out, that 
my legs were wobbly and that I had more fish than I could conve- 
niently carry. 

The rest is brief. A hurried gathering up of our duffle after a 
king's feast of trout, bacon and coffee. Congratulations all around for 
the other members of the party had shared very much my experience. 
Then the big Chalmers snorted a good-bye to the river, the green pines 
and the silent prairie and trundled us back across the forty-three miles 
of forest to Bend and the night ride home. 



Third Annual Meeting Held in Portland December 19th and 20th — Organization 

Determines to Make Itself Felt. 


President Oregon Sportsmen's League. Secretary Oregon Sportsmen's League. 

The third annual meeting of the Oregon Sportsmen's League, held 
in Portland, December 19th and 20th, was more successful in point of 
attendance, enthusiasm and genuine work accomplished than any pre- 
vious meeting of this representative sportsmen's organization. 

Since the birth of the Oregon Sportsmen's League, the member- 
ship of which is composed of the different rod and gun clubs and game 
protective associations of the entire state, rapid advancement has been 
made in the work of educating the people that conservation of the 
wild life of the state is essential to the best interests of Oregon. It 
has been successfully demonstrated that the Oregon Sportsmen's 
League is a most valuable factor in assisting the State Fish and Game 
Commission, and other officials charged with the protection and 
propagation of fish and game, in carrying forward and building up one 
of the most valuable of the State's assets. These facts having been 
established, the League began the fourth year of its existence on a 
more solid foundation and with renewed enthusiasm and a determina 
tion to bend every energy to attain greater results in the year to come. 

The first day of the League meeting was devoted to pleasure. 
During the day the delegates in attendance were the guests of the 
Portland Gun Club at their club grounds at Jenne Station, where they 
were royally entertained by the members of the club. Trap-shooting 
and fly-casting contests, and a hunter's lunch were among the special 
features of entertainment enjoyed by the visitors. 


The business sessions of the League were held at the Imperial 
Hotel, and were given up exclusively to mapping out plans for the 
betterment of fish and game protection, the appointment of commit- 
tees to investigate matters of vital interest and importance to the 
sportsmen of all sections of the State, the discussion and adoption of 
resolutions, and the discussion of ways and means to carry on the 
work of the League more effectively. 

The work of the State Fish and Game Commission was com- 
mended. It was recommended that the League, with its allied asso- 
ciations throughout the State, cooperate in every way with the State 
officials of the game department in protecting the wild animal, bird 
and fish of the state; that the railroad companies of Oregon be re- 
quested to rescind their recent order, charging mileage for the move- 
ment of the State fish car in restocking the streams of the State with 
trout; that a grievance and investigation committee be appointed, to 
have power to act with officers of the organization and the Fish and 
Game Commission to receive complaints that might come from rod 
and gun clubs and game protective associations relative to matters of 
fish and game protection; that some method be adopted to provide 
finance for the League, and that a committee be appointed to take up 
this work; that a publicity committee be appointed, which is to aid 
the organization in getting full publicity of its doings throughout the 
state. These, and many other plans for carrying on the work success- 
fully were adopted. 

At the beginning of the business sessions the following committee 
on resolutions was appointed: I. B. Hazeltine, Baker; Dr. Albert 
Kinny, Astoria; Ira Hutchings, Brownsville; L. W. Humphreys, Port- 
land; O. H. Rhoades, Hood River. 

The following committee was appointed on nominations: Dr. 
E. C. McFarland, Portland; W. N. Matlock, Pendleton; Dr. J. M. Gill, 
Lebanon; F. R. Armstrong, Sutherlin; Joseph Bridges, Oakland. 

The report of the resolutions committee, dealing with the Rogue 
River fishing question, was adopted, and a committee to investigate 
and recommend a settlement was appointed by the president. The 
committee is composed of A. E. Reams, of Medford; I. A. Robie, of 
Grants Pass; J. B. Johnson, of Gold Beach; Walter Backus, of Port- 
land, and Dr. Bundy, of Medford. 

The plan of the State Fish and Game Commission, submitted by 
State Game Warden Carl D. Shoemaker, to place the sale of angling 
and hunting licenses with, sporting goods houses throughout the state, 
as well as with the different county clerks, was unanimously adopted. 
Another plan of the Commission, to aid sportsmen in various sections 
of the state, by letting them have the use of the films photographed 
by the Commission, was also received with enthusiasm. 

Walter F. Backus, of Portland, introduced a plan for selling mem- 
berships in the League that was unanimously endorsed. The proposal 
is to distribute membership books to the various secretaries of the 
clubs affiliated with the League, to be placed at anglers' and hunters' 
license headquarters. In this way it is thought to reach all of the 
sportsmen, of which there are "60,000 in Oregon, and thus provide a 
fund for carrying on the work of the League. According to the treas- 
urer's report the League accomplished its work during the past year 
on $88.54. 

R. E. Clanton. superintendent of hatcheries, stated to the meeting 
that 3,000,000 eastern brook trout eggs had been purchased and the 
trout would be distributed in various parts of the state. The securing 
of German brown trout eggs in trade for salmon eggs was also an- 


nounced. Mr. Clanton stated, also, that nearly 20,000,000 salmon eggs 
were taken from the spring run of fish in the Willamette River and 
tributaries this year. The feeding pond system, established by the 
Commission during the past year, was a success. 

Charles H. Flory, of the United States Forestry Service, told of 
the forestry department taking charge of trout fry planting in the 
streams within the national forests. This work was carried on during 
the past year with little or no expense to the state. The forestry 
service adopted this scheme, which originated with C. S. Bartrum, 
secretary of the Sportsmen's League. 

I. N. Fleischner, member of the Fish and Game Commission, gave 
a short, address. George P. Putnam, secretary to Governor Withy- 
combe, gave a short talk in which he stated that Governor Withycombe 
regretted his inability to be present. H. L. Kelly, Master Fish War- 
den, also spoke before the meeting. 

The Oregon Sportsman, the quarterly publication issued by the 
Fish and Game Commission, was chosen the official organ of the 

At the election of officers for the ensuing year, H. B. Van Duzer, 
of Portland, was re-elected as president, as was also W. N. Matlock, 
of Pendleton, first vice president; Dr. J. G. Gill, of Lebanon, second 
vice president, and S. C. Bartrum, of Roseburg, secretary and treasurer. 
The newly chosen executive committee consists of the following: 

District No. 1. — Multnomah County; L. W. Humphreys. 

District No. 2. — Clatsop, Columbia, Tillamook, Washington and 
Clackamas; W. W. Goff, Forest Grove. 

District No. 3. — Yamhill, Marion, Polk, Benton, Linn, Lane and 
Lincoln; M. H. Bauer, Corvallis. 

District No. 4 — Douglas, Josephine, Jackson, Coos and Curry; J. W. 
Bennett, Marshfield. 

District No. 5. — Crook, Wheeler, Hood River, Wasco, Sherman and 
Gilliam; Leslie Butler, Hood River. 

District No. 6. — Umatilla, Wallowa, Baker, Union, Grant and Mor- 
row; H. L. Cool, Canyon City. 

District No. 7. — Klamath, Lake, Harney and Malheur; Robert 
Robertson, Klamath Falls. 

Portland was chosen as the place for holding the next annual 
meeting of the League, the date being the first Monday in December, 

The following standing committees were appointed by the presi- 

Publicity — Walter F. Badkus, of Portland; M. H. Bauer, of Cor- 
vallis; Gus Newberry, of Medford; S. B. Crouch, of Roseburg. 

Club Extension — Dr. Albert Kenny, of Astoria; B. B. Bullwinkle, of 
Riddle; C. K. Cranston, of Pendleton. 

After the business sessions, the members gathered at the Com- 
mercial Club building, where they partook of their annual banquet. 
Steelhead trout, the anglers' dream, and Alaska reindeer meat in 
luscious quantities, had the places of honor on the menu. Following 
the banquet, William L. Finley, State Biologist, entertained the gath- 
ering with the fish and game pictures used by the Commission in the 
educational department of the game service. 

Delegates registered for the meeting were: 

Ira Hutchings, Joe Cordingly and Seth Raistrick, Brownsville Rod 
and Gun Club; J. T. Burgess, Oakland (Ore.) Gun Club; O. Thompson, 
Yoncalla Rod and Gun Club; F. R. Armstrong, Sutherlin Rod and 


Gun Club; Roger Newhall, Portland Revolver and Rifle Club; O. H. 
Rhoades, Hood River Game and Protective Association; George 
Tonkin, W. N. Matlock and C. K. Cranston, Umatilla County Fish and 
Game Association; W. A. Heyeman and Ben S, Patton, Estacada Rod 
and Gun Club; Mark Sidall, Capital City Rod and Gun Club; W. F. 
Backus, E. J. Wallace, L. W. Humphreys, Perry Kitzmiller and W. C. 
Block, Multnomah Anglers' Club; S. R. Crouch, Roseburg Rod and Gun 
Club; H. R. Everding, H. W. Metzger and Ed Morris, Portland Gun 
Club; B. Bullwinkle, Riddle Rod and Gun Club; Dr. A. Kinney, 
Astoria Anglers' Club ; E. J. Boas, W. W. Goff and G. W. Russell, Forest 
Grove Rod and Gun Club; R. H. Young, Heppner Rod and Gun Club; 
Dr. J. G. Gill, Lebanon Rod and Gun Club; Carl Shoemaker, Tiller 
Fish and Game Protective Association; T. E. Burghduff and W. C. 
Block, Salmon Club of Oregon; M. H. Bauer, Corvallis Rod and Gun 
Club; F. Kincaid, Newberg Rod and Gun Club; M. F. Carrigan and 
A. F. Arthur, Yamhill Rod and Gun Club; Gus Newbury, Rogue River 
Fish Protective Association, Medford, Ore.; W. W. Hoch, Roundup 
Gun Club, Pendleton; J. H. Driscoll, Klamath Sportsmen's Association 
and Ashland Rod and Gun Club; Floyd J. Keys, Seaside Anglers' Club; 
C. D. Reames, E. A. Parsons, E. S. Cattron and C. E. Miller, Portland; 
Charles Leith and E. G. Hawman, Woodburn. 

The following resolutions, submitted by the committee on reso- 
lutions, were unanimously adopted: 

Whereas, There is much complaint by the sportsmen living along 
Rogue River to the effect that the steelheads, by reason of the com- 
mercial fishing operations at the mouth of the river, are destroyed, 
and because of the fact the steelhead fishing in said river through the 
counties through which the same runs, amounts to practically noth- 
ing, and 

Whereas, It is reliably represented to this organization that when 
said river was closed to commercial fishing, the steelhead and other 
hook and line fishing was good in said stream, and that the complaints 
arising and presented are due and were caused by the manner in 
which said commercial fishing is carried on at the mouth of the 
river; now therefore, be it 

Resolved, That it is the sense of this organization that such 
measures be instituted as may be found necessary to remove the cause 
for the complaints lodged by said sportsmen, and that this organiza- 
tion be and hereby is pledged to support such measures as may be 
found necessary to bring relief to the sportsmen, and effectually re- 
move the cause for the complaints made by them. Be it further 

Resolved, That a committee of five be appointed by the chairman, 
two of whom shall be residents of Jackson County, Oregon; one from 
Josephine County, Oregon; one from Curry County, Oregon, and one 
from Multnomah County, Oregon, to propose such measures or legisla- 
tion as the committee shall deem advisable to bring about the results 
in this resolution proposed. 

Resolved, That the hearty cooperation of all Rod and Gun Clubs 
with the officers and members of the Oregon Sportsmen's League is 
absolutely necessary to bring results. 

Resolved, That some method be thought out to provide funds to 
finance this League, and that a committee be appointed to take up 
this work. 

Resolved, That a committee be appointed, called "Grievance and 
Investigation Committee," said committee having power to act with the 
officers of this organization and the Fish and Game Commission, and 


the duties of said committee being to receive such complaints that 
might come from the rod and gun clubs and game protective associa- 

Resolved, That the Oregon Sportsmtn's League commend the work 
of the State Fish and Game Commission, and we recommend that the 
League, with its allied associations, cooperate very closely with the 
Fish and Game Commission in protecting our wild animal, bird and 
fish life. We further commend the policy of the Fish and Game 
Commission in its work of propagating trout fry for liberation in the 
streams of Oregon, for we realize that only through the constant re- 
stocking of our streams will there be a plentiful supply for the 
sportsmen of the state. We commend the legislative work of the 
Oregon Sportsmen's League in the past year, and especially their 
splendid efforts in saving the game fund and the Commission. We 
feel that the sportsmen of Oregon owe much to the labors of this 
organization regarding all matters that came up before the Legislature. 

Resolved, That it is the sense of this meeting that the railroad 
companies of Oregon rescind their recent order charging 10 cents per 
mile for the movement of the Rainbow — the State Hatchery fish car. 

Resolved, That we thank the sportsmen of Multnomah County, the 
management of the Imperial Hotel, and the railroad companies for all 
kindnesses shown us during this session of the League. 

The report of the Publicity Committee was adopted, as follows: 

"The Publicity Committee of the Oregon Sportsmen's League, 
realizing the value of publicity in promoting any worthy work, re- 
spectfully recommends to the League as follows: 

"That the Secretary of the League supply to the Portland press as 
full a report of this year's proceedings as the several papers are 
willing to publish. 

"That the Secretary of the League prepare and supply to the 
Secretary of each of the membership clubs a complete copy of the 
minutes of this annual meeting, and we suggest and urge that the 
fullest publicity, to the extent if possible of the printing in full of 
these proceedings, be given by the several secretaries through the 
columns of their local papers. 

"We recommend that The Oregon Sportsman be selected and 
designated as the official organ of this League, and suggest to the 
Secretary of the League that he supply that publication with all infor- 
mation concerning the doings of the League throughout the year, as 
shall, in his judgment, be advisable and proper. 

"And, finally, we urge the individual members of the organizations 
composing this League to keep in mind the usefulness of properly 
directed publicity, as set out in the opening clause of this report, and 
to supply the local press with interesting items as frequently as 



By Warden E. H. Clark, Portland, Oregon. 

With the season drawing to a close for waterfowl, the sportsman 
will soon wipe the damp and oil carefully from the ''scatter gun" that 
has stopped the swift flight of many a duck, and he will incidentally 
note the deep impression that each duck has made in his bank roll, for 
this has been an off season. 

To begin with, the season opened on the 1st of October with many 
of the best haunts of the birds completely dried up. Gas engines and 
pumps were installed on many lakes and water pumped from neigh- 
boring sloughs. These, and a very few other clubs, had some shooting 
during October. 

With severe storms along the coast to drive the flights inland and 
the lakes becoming normal, excellent shooting was to be had in early 
November. Most of the hunters securing the limit of thirty ducks 
each week, and I am sorry to say a few of them not stopping when 
the limit had been reached. 

Continual rains during November and December brought the water 
to such a stage that most of the clubs were drowned out and the 
blinds which formerly stood on the shores could be seen sticking out 
of the lakes like partly submerged muskrat houses. 

The shooting averages will fall considerably below that of previous 
years, and even so, it was good enough to draw many hunters from 
other states. About twenty-five miles from Portland there is a club 
of twelve to fifteen non-resident sportsmen from Seattle and eastern 
cities. These men come to the Columbia lakes in preferenc to the 
shooting grounds nearer their home cities because of the finer quality 
of the birds to be found here. 

There are more than one hundred duck clubs within thirty miles 
of Portland and these clubs will feed each an average of five tons of 
wheat a season. This, added to the natural feed, will keep the birds 
in the finest condition. 

The principal species to be had here are the Widgeon or bald- 
plate, Mallard, Green Winged Teal, Pintail, Shoveller, Blue-bill and a 
scattering of Canvas-back and Butterball. Of these the Mallard is the 
most common. Many of them breeding along the lakes here during 
the summer and furnishing some of the early shooting during October. 

Arrests for violating the night hunting law are growing less fre- 
quent each year, which I believe is due to the fact that more sportsmen 
are becoming interested and educated to fish and game protection. 

To the man not interested in duck hunting, another good sport is 
to be had near Portland in steelhead salmon fishing in the Sandy 
River. This "winter fishing" is becoming more popular each year and, 
beginning usually in December, good fishing is to be had until the last 
of February. The favorite pools are to be found in the vicinity of 
Bull Run station, about a two-hour ride on the electric, and a one-day 
trip generally brings results. 




By Florence Merriam Bailey, Author of "Handbook of the Birds of Western 

United States." 

So much snow fell in the Coast Mountains of Oregon in the winter 
of 1909 that at Garibaldi, a fishing village about a hundred miles 
southwest of Portland, there was sleighing for two weeks, which was 
quite phenomenal for that part of the humid coast belt where the 
ground rarely freezes during the winter. So much more snow fell in 
the mountains than on the shore that after the birds' food supply had 
been covered for a week the Mountain Robins and Snowbirds, as the 
people call them, came down, descending upon the village in a horde. 
A graphic account of the occurrence was given me by Mr. William 
Derby, who at the time was keeping the village hotel. 

About a dozen of the birds came first and began to eat with the 
chickens. "That's the way we first noticed they were hungry," Mr. 
Derby said, and his wife added, "They were kind o' wild, chirpin' 
around in the trees." When the starving birds saw food they soon 
lost their fears. "It was just like the Gulls," Mr. Derby declared. "If 
they'd see you throwing out anything they'd light down just as the 
Gulls do. We went to feeding them bread crumbs at first, and the 
more we'd throw out to them the more would come." Some would try 
to fly into the windows, and once when the pantry door was open, 
about fifty of them swarmed in there, making a roar in the narrow 

"They got so thick we didn't have bread crumbs enough to feed 
them and so took to feeding them corn meal by ten-pound sacks. 
They'd come every morning and we'd string corn meal around two 
sides of the piazza — the piazza was sixty feet long — and they'r 
swarm over that just as thick as they could get — Robins and Snow- 
birds together — there must have been a thousand of them. I never 
saw such a sight of birds after we began to feed them. The piazza 
would be just black with them. They were so nearly starved they 
would fight over the food, and some of them were so weak that they 
couldn't fly up after they'd flown down — they'd just reel." 

"We fed them as long as they kept a-comin', about two weeks, all 
of seven or eight sacks of meal besides bread and oatmeal and pota- 
toes," the generous landlord stated ungrudgingly. 

"It must be fierce for those poor little fellows — get so hungry they 
can't hardly live," his sympathetic wife added. 

When the tide was out, in spite of the rations served at the hotel, 
the beach would be covered with birds catching sand fleas. 

On cold nights perhaps fifty Mountain Robins and Snowbirds 
would take refuge in the shed of the hotel. "Go out there with a lan- 
tern and they'd hop around and bump themselves," the landlord said. 

"I saw lots of the Robins dead — no Snowbirds — up in the trees 
where they'd hang onto the branches," he concluded. 



By J. N. Johnston, Grants Pass, Oregon. 

It is a long time from the first of November, whey fly fishing is 
about over, until the warm days of spring cause the "fishing bug" to 
awaken from its slumbers, and we become so restless that we simply 
must get our feet wet in Rogue River to satisfy the cravings of the 
"bug." Before this winter, I have passed through this period of the 
year and been content to occasionally (oftener if possible) get my feet 
upon my desk and proceed to bore my friends by telling them about 
the big ones I caught last summer. 

But about the middle of November, after my fishing tackle had 
been carefully stowed away in the cases and boxes and my left-over 
flies were hibernating among the mothballs, two prominent citizens 
of Grants Pass, I am not at liberty to mention their names, but one is 
the manager of a local picture show and the other a capitalist, came 
to my office and insisted that I go with them and be introduced to 
winter fishing. After some argument as to whether it was sportsman- 
like and whether it was worth the trouble, I consented. Was it worth 
the effort? I will tell the story and you can judge. 

The morning for our trip arrived and I arose quietly so as not to 
awaken the rest of the household and went to a restaurant where we 
were to meet. Upon my arrival I found my two companions waiting 
for me and we soon made away with our hot coffee, ham, etc., and 
were on our way to the banks of the beautiful Rogue, as happy and 
gay a trio as ever started out for a day's sport. 

At the river we found our boatman ready for us with a nice dry 
boat and plenty of bait, I mean salmon eggs) and soon we were float- 
ing down the river, fishing as we went, but on our way to the mouth 
of the Applegate River where we expected to do the most of our 

Everything was ideal for the trip. My companions told me the 
water was just right, and soon the sun seemed to realize the impor- 
tance of the occasion and shot its welcome rays over the mountains 
and stayed with us throughout the day. The boat had not gotten well 
out into the stream until we had our hooks baited and in the water 
ready for the hungry inhabitants. My friend the capitalist was the 
first to give the signal, "I got 'im." When I looked around his rod was 
forming a half moon and down the river about one hundred feet from 
beneath the water was a something making a desperate effort to 
wrest from my friend his entire outfit. We were in a nervous strain 
when all at once a beautiful steelhead leaped out of the water at the 
end of the line and shook himself desperately in an effort to free 
himself from the hook. When the fish came back to the water with 
a splash he was still a prisoner, for it seemed that with all his remain- 
ing strength he started for the ocean. Presently the rod straightened, 
the line sagged into the water and a more disgusted look I never saw 
on a human's face than was displayed by the man who hooked the 
first fish. 

From this time on we were hooking and losing or landing fish all 
the time. Before noon we were where the Applegate empties into the 
Rogue. About 1 o'clock we made a fire and after making a pot of 
coffee we partook of a bounteous lunch. About this time a brother 
attorney of mine arrived with his automobile to join us in our fishing 
and to haul us and "the catch" back to town. 



The four of us continued our efforts to exterminate the species of 
fish known as steelhead until the sun began to sink behind the Coast 
Range and we were aware that we must stop. Tired? Yes, but in a 
way that makes you love every one and feel that you were glad to be 
alive. I was elected official counter and as the last steelhead was 
placed in the sack I called out seventy-three. These fish ranged in 
weight from one to twelve pounds. 

Upon our arrival in town we emptied the sacks of fish on the 
street and invited all our friends and passersby to help themselves. 
For several days we were kept busy receiving thanks from the 
recipients of these beautiful fish. 

Thus was I initiated to the sport of winter fishing in Rogue River 
and when conditions are right I expect to repeat the performance. 


By E. J. Wright, Portland, Oregon. 

While certain portions of Oregon seem to be well advertised for 
the amount of game contained therein, and consequently visited by 
hundreds of eager sportsmen and lovers of nature every year, there 
are places in this Oregon of ours so rich in scenic beauty, so full of 
the wonders of nature, so teeming with game, places of which we hear 
little or nothing, that the wonder of it is how has it all escaped us? 

Big Lake should be the mecca of those ambitious sportsmen who 
would find new worlds to conquer. This body of water is in the 
extreme eastern end of Linn County, four miles west of the summit 
of Cascade Range, which is the dividing line between Linn and Crook 
Counties, as well as between the Deschutes and Santiam National 
Forest Reserve. Big Lake is three miles long and a mile across at its 

Big Lake, situated in the extreme eastern part of Linn County, Oregon, three miles 

from summit of M't. Washington. 


widest point. This lake does not receive the waters of any creek nor 
does it have an outlet, but is fed by the melting snows of adjacent 
mountains in early summer, after which during the hot days of July 
and August the waters go down about eighteen inches or two feet, or 
until checked by the storms of early fall. 

The lake is very deep and as the water is as clear as crystal one 
can see down to great depth, and the trunks of giant trees standing 
straight up are plainly visible, indicating that where the lake now is 
a forest once stood. 

A few years ago the Fish and Game Department planted 8000 
Eastern Brook trout in this lake, and I want to say if there are any 
doubting Thomases who think the fish hatcheries are not a good asset 
and not worthy of their support, they should give this and surrounding 
lakes the "once over" and be satisfied, for these lakes have had a 
chance to show what the hatcheries really can do and are literally 
teeming with these big red-meated gamy fish in a country compara- 
tively virgin as far as sportsmen are concerned. 

With the exception of a few people in "prairie schooners" going 
over the Santiam road, which skirts the north end of the lake, I don't 
believe more than half a dozen regular fishermen visited this lake all 
last season, and those that did were well repaid, even down to the 
most exacting nimrod. 

The beautiful lake in the accompanying picture, which shows Mt. 
Washington standing sentinel two miles away, is Patjen's Lake number 
three. It was dynamited this last summer by a game hog. After a 
careful examination not a single live fish could be found where before 
the lake was well stocked with Eastern Brook trout, planted by the 
Fish and Game Commission. A pity it is that these lakes should be 
so isolated on account of being so little known as to make these 
pilferers almost immune. 

Nor is the finny tribe the only lure which this region affords. 
There is plenty of deer and scads of grouse and quail, as well as 
black bear, which are fairly numerous and are to be found in the 
huckleberry patches which abound. Ducks inhabit the lakes and raise 
their broods, although not in considerable numbers. One interesting 
occurrence this last summer was the presence of a large number of 
sea gulls, though why they should be so far inland or at such an 
altitude I do not know. 

Big Lake, is situated on a 6,000 foot contour of the Cascade Range 
and is within the Santiam National Forest Reserve, with Belknap 
Crater and the Three Sisters on the south and Three-Fingered Jack 
and Mt. Jefferson on the north. As has been stated, Big Lake is 
immediately on the Santiam road with Cascadia Springs 45 miles to 
the west and Redmond, the nearest point to the railroad, 45 miles to 
the east. An auto stage runs daily between Redmond and Sisters, at 
which latter place conveyances can be arranged for at a very nominal 

Nature has been kind to this region and lavish in her coloring, and 
to him who knows Mother Nature at first hand, who has a speaking 
acquaintance with things found in wild places, to the man with a 
camera, I would say that such a beautiful combination of forest, lake 
and mountain invites you in particular. A trip once made and you 
will be glad for it. It is nature's reward. 



By Warden I. B. Hazeltine, Baker, Oregon. 

The money expended by the Oregon Fish and Game Commission 
at the various hatcheries and State Game Farm has in my opinion 
been of double value. In the first place it has supplied the need of 
restocking our hills and streams and secondly and of greater impor- 
tance is the fact that it has brought the sportsmen nearer to the offi- 
cials in charge of the enforcement of the game laws and in place of 
the old feeling of persecution it has brought about cooperation in the 
matter of better protection for game of all kinds. 

The reorganization of the fish and game department a few years 
since and their efforts to make shipments of fish and birds to the re- 
mote places of the state tended to make the sportsman feel his 
responsibility in the matter of taking care of the little birds and fish 
and not only seeing that they were distributed judicially in his par- 
ticular section but that due protection was given them afterward. 
Rod and gun clubs were organized generally over the state not for the 
purpose of trap shooting altogether but to have some systematic 
means of raising money to cover charges of transportation, from the 
various railroad points, on game sent by the Commission for distribu- 
tion in the various localities. This also had double value in that every 
one who became a member, whether he hunted or angled or not, had 
a personal interest on account of the fact that his money had assisted 
in distribution and therefore he at once became a booster for better 

The idea of an educational campaign to bring about better pro- 
tection for game throughout the state was indeed a very beneficial 
move, I am sure. In former times, before the advent of the game 
license fee, the fund of course was nominal with which the State 
Game Warden had to be very careful in order to make ends meet as 
it were and many sections of the country had to get along with very 
little notice, especially the more thinly settled portions, which is the 
case in my territory, and if a man was sent out it was with the idea 
that unless he made a number of arrests his time was short; for this 
reason he sneaked around making arrests on the least provocation and 
thereby gaining the enmity of all sportsmen in the section, and was 
generally looked upon by people as about the lowest type of humanity 
possible and conditions, relative to better protection, were worse than 
ever when he got through with a section. 

I have worked on another plan, that of making the sportsman 
know that a game warden should be the servant and not the enemy 
and that it was the duty of every good sportsman to give information 
to the warden of flagrant violations. This plan has worked out suc- 
cessfully in my territory and although I have found it necessary to 
make a number of arrests I have received the information in each 
instance from another and not "red handed" as it were. 

However much better conditions are in my territory I do not take 
the credit on any particular efforts of my own, as I believe the Com- 
mission are directly responsible. To cite an instance will say that 
there was a Mr. X who had always been a violator of the game laws 
at all times. Well he had a shipment of Chinese Pheasants liberated 
on his ranch. I happened to be out there some time afterward and 
he was taking great interest indeed in them, had fed them all winter 
and in the meantime suffered a great change .of heart, and as near as 
I can remember the reason he gave was about like this: "I have 


always killed game out of season and as you probably know I had 
very little use for a game warden. Well, when the State sent me these 
birds I got to thinking the thing over and came to the conclusion that 
there were certain times in the year when the deer and birds did need 
protection, if we were going to have any left we would have to stand 
together on the proposition. I do not believe in some of the laws as 
regards the open seasons, but perhaps if we all get together we can 
have it changed a little so it will be a little better for some of the 
sections anyway as I suppose the legislators will agree to about any- 
thing the sportsmen in general want." 

He concluded by saying: "Anyway you can depend that I will not 
cause you any trouble in the future." I thanked him for his promise 
to aid me and I can truthfully say that he is one of the best protec- 
tionists we have in his section of the country now. This is what the 
shipment of pheasants did for this man and there are probably hun- 
dreds of other similar cases where both fry and birds have wrought 
this change. 

The main trouble has been in the past that most people who hunt 
and fish were in the same position of mind as Mr. X. They did not 
stop to look at the matter in the right light and that, as an example, 
if they killed off all the setting hens and cows with young calves what 
a very poor chance indeed they would have for an increase, or that if 
they did not protect the game now their children would never have 
the pleasure of the hunt that had been theirs. Of course there will 
always be violations of the game laws, nobody can deny that fact, and 
also some will be excusable, as is in the case of the needy poor, but 
with the present policy of the Commission conditions will never again 
be as deplorable as in the past. 


By Warden J. H. Sykes, Riddle, Oregon. 

I am what you would call a fawn in the game department, but I 
am pleased to note that the people of southern Douglas are taking an 
interest in game protection. We have a great many deer here, and 
the people are beginning to get wise to the fact that in order to have 
plenty of deer they have got to give them protection. 

Mountain quail are plentiful in the hills south of Riddle, and I 
also ran onto a nice covey of Hungarian Partridges. I found them on 
very high ground in the brush. I was of the opinion that they would 
stay in the fields. I also find in my travels along the South Umpqua 
and its tributaries that the people are very much pleased with the way 
the fish are getting through the fishway at Roseburg. They say they 
have seen more salmon in the south river in the last year than have 
been seen in years. 

The predatory animals seem to be more plentiful in some localities 
than before, especially the coyote, and I believe that the coyote is as 
bad at killing fawns as the wild cat. 

I notice that there are a great many persons asking for permits to 
keep deer in captivity. Now if they have any idea how much bother, 
especially the bucks, are, there -would not be- so many asking for 



By Warden O. B. Parker, McMinnville, Oregon. 

On November 17 Mr. William L. Finley, State Biologist, arrived 
in McMinnville at the request of the sportsmen of this community 
and as a guest of the Rod, Gun, and Commercial Clubs of this city, 
to give an illustrated lecture with the aid of moving pictures on the 
wild bird and animal life of Oregon. Also showing a very interesting 
film on the propagation of salmon. 

Mr. Finley gave two illustrated lectures, one in the afternoon to 
an audience of about six hundred school children and one in the 
evening to a large audience of the citizens of McMinnville. The 
children were very much interested in the films, showing the taming 
of, and the providing of homes for the birds. It is the universal 
opinion that Mr. Finley's pictures were the best of their kind ever 
exhibited in McMinnville. 

The object of Mr. Finley's pictures and lectures was for educa- 
tional purposes and plainly demonstrated the necessity of preserving 
the song birds, game birds and animals of our state. They also 
brought us in contact with their lives and habits, as well as convincing 
us of their true value to mankind. 

The school children and citizens of McMinnville have a warm place 
in their hearts for Mr. Finley and his work, and all believe that more 
can be accomplished in this manner, for the protection of our dumb 
friends than in any other way. 

We recognize the fact that the Fish and Game Commission is 
carrying on a great work, and are pleased to note that they have two 
of as capable men as Mr. William L. Finley to take charge of the 
Biological Department, and Mr. Carl D. Shoemaker in the capacity of 
State Game Warden. 

The open season on upland birds has been a very successful one 
for the sportsmen of this locality, many of the hunters getting the bag 
limit, especially of Chinese Pheasants. In passing through the fields 
since the close of the season, I have noticed that there are many of 
these birds left and the prospect is good for the coming year. It is 
no uncommon thing to see bevies of these pheasants ranging from 
eight to fifteen birds and sometimes more. There has been a greater 
number of deer killed by the hunters of this county this season than 
for several years and among them some very large deer. The pro- 
tection of these birds and animals has undoubtedly increased the game 
in this section, by so doing added much to the pleasure of the 

During the month of November, Charles Siedel, of Bald Mountain, 
trapped two coyotes, and Lewis Dey, of Meadow Lake, also captured 
one in the same way November 20th. 

Coyotes are known to destroy many fawns and claimed by some 
to even kill the full-grown deer. Therefore it is advisable to encourage 
the trapping of these animals, as well as all others that are knows to 
destroy our game. 

Up to the present writing the boys of this vicinity have succeeded 
in trapping about five hundred Bob White quail which have been 
shipped to the State Game Farm to be liberated in the different sec- 
tions of the state, where there are none of these birds. They will be 
replaced here with California or Little Valley Blue Quail, which do 
well in this locality. Those that were liberated in this county the past 
two seasons are increasing rapidly and promise to be an interesting 
game bird. 



By Warden Ben S. Patton, Estacada, Oregon. 

Between thirty-five and fifty years ago, according to old settlers 
of this locality, elk were still plentiful all along the Cascade Moun- 
tains between the Columbia and Santiam Rivers. Even as late as 
twenty-five years ago they were still rather numerous in a few locali- 
ties; but, like, the buffalo, went fast when they began to disappear. 
Some of these settlers who are acquainted with the history of the wild 
game think they were not all killed off — that they migrated to other 
parts of the country; that their coming in contact with civilization 
so disturbed their habits of life that the bands dwindled down and 
died off, etc. But on close analysis it is evident that they were 
about all killed off by hunters, whether white hunters or red, or 
both. These were about the years when the modern repeating rifles 
began to come into general use, and placed in the hands of men 
whose only idea of sport was to kill all the game they could without 
restriction, they were deadly to the wild game of the woods. The 
use of these modern rifles, too, seemed to bring another class of 
hunters into the woods — men whose habits of hunting were destructive 
to the game, and with a thirst for killing that was hardly known in 
the days of the old muzzle-loading guns. 

When the elk come to be extensively hunted they scattered over 
the mountains singly and in small bands and were soon hunted down 
and killed. A good example of how many of the bands as well as 
single roving elk were killed off is shown by a case that happened 
12 or 15 years ago in what is known as the Pike's Peak country, 
along the high divide between the Clackamas and Santiam water- 
sheds. At one of the lakes in that region located in a deep basin- 
like area three hunters ran across a band of 17 elk. When the elk 
got sight of the hunters they stampeded and started up over a steep 
burned-over ridge in an exposed position. These hunters began shoot- 
ing and killed 13 of the band before they got out of range. Not even 
the hides of these animals were taken; but they tried to pack out 
a little of the meat, which spoiled before they reached home. Mr. 
Edwin Bates, who lived on Salmon River, a tributary of the Sandy, in 
the early '70s, told of a band of 14 that were killed in that locality, 
in a like wanton manner. These are only two of many of such acts 
that were committed, but they are typical of the way in which the 
elk of the Cascades were reduced to only a few remnants of their 
former numbers. 

But a point that is of interest at present, and will be in the future, 
in dealing with this problem, is that this region the elk roamed over 
is still in the wild state so far as it affects these animals. The moun- 
tains with their canyons, lakes and streams, timber and natural sur- 
roundings are still there. The only reason the elk and deer — the ani- 
mals nature has bred up to go with such a region — are not there is 
because they have been destroyed; and not because of anything in 
the way of development or of reduction of their natural range that 
made it impossible for them to exist. When one gets into the rough 
part of the foothills and mountains, settlement ceases, for the reason 
that the country is too rough for anything like agriculture to be prac- 
ticable to any extent. Much of it will remain about as it is indef- 
initely, with the exception of more and better trails that will make 
it more accessible. The wild life that nature has adapted to such 
country should be preserved; it will double the attractiveness of such 
a region to the people of the state. The Pacific Coast elk are the 


largest and finest specimens of the American elk, and they are 
intensely picturesque and interesting animals in the woods. Every 
effort should be made to save what are left and increase their 


By Warden Edgar Walker, Medford, Oregon. 

Blue Canyon is a beautiful spot in Jackson County that is seldom 
ever mentioned, but to my notion it is one of the best places for a 
summer camping trip in this part of the state, on account of the 
splendid fishing, hunting, fine scenery and the abundance of huckle- 

Blue Canyon is situated in the Crater Lake National Forest 
Reserve, on the headwaters of the south fork of the Rogue, about four 
miles north of Mt. McLaughlin. The canyon is about fifty-five miles 
from Medford and can be reached by auto or wagon to within five 
miles, the balance of the way by pack horse over good trail. This 
canyon has thirteen lakes, ranging from one to two miles in length 
and from one-fourth to three-fourths mile in width. There is fine fish- 
ing in most of the lakes, the fish running from one to six pounds, 
and are of the Rainbow and Steelhead specie. 

Island Lake, the largest of these numerous bodies of water, has 
an island in the center of about sixty acres, which affords a great 
breeding place for deer, as they are protected from predatory animals. 
To enjoy the fishing best one should take along a canoe or boat, as 
there are no boats in the lake and the rafts that are left there during 
the winter months become watersoaked and can only be used one 

The fish in these lakes reach them during the high water by com- 
ing up Rogue River. This is becoming more difficult each year, as 
the outlets are becoming filled up with drift wood. I am of the 
opinion that the lakes should be kept stocked with trout, to keep the 
fishing as it should be in the future. 

The camper who travels by saddle and pack horse is always glad 
to find good feed for his animals, and this can be done at this place, 
as there are a number of glades of from ten to forty acres in extent. 
Once the saddles are off and the horses turned loose, they never leave. 


By Warden J. W. Walden, La Grande, Oregon. 

Thinking that a description of our big rabbit drive that took 
place on Sunday, December 12th, might be of some interest to the 
readers of The Sportsman, will try and give a few details of same. 

The Wing, Fin and Fleetwood Gun Club of La Grande was invited 
by the North Powder Rod and Gun Club of North Powder, Oregon, 
to take part in a big rabbit drive, which was pulled off on the Telo- 
caset plains. 

About 40 of the Wing, Fin and Fleetwood Club were met at the 
train by the North Powder Gun Club, and were immediately taken by 


teams to the Telocaset plains, where the hunters were placed in skir- 
mish line, and the hunt began. In all there were about 100 in line and 
the constant rattle of shotguns was not only deafening, but such as 
to lay low about 2000 rabbits. Men on horseback and with wagons 
followed to pick up the choicest victims. About 1000 rabbits were 
brought back to North Powder. 

At noon coffee, sandwiches, pies and other good things were 
served by the North Powder Club. After the hunting was over, the 
hunters were entertained at a fine banquet by the local club. This was 
an affair that will be long remembered by all those who were fortu- 
nate enough to be present at this banquet. 

There were 800 rabbits sacked up by the Wing, Fin and Fleetwood 
Club and shipped to La Grande and turned over to the Salvation Army, 
where distribution took place. The finishing touch will be on Wednes- 
day night, December 22, when the big annual "Hassenpfeffer" will be 
pulled off, with the Wing, Fin and Fleetwood Club as hosts. 

I wish to say a few words in praise of the Wing, Fin and Fleet- 
wood Club of La Grande. This club has about 200 members, and 
every one of them is a live wire, standing strictly for the enforcement 
of the game laws. They always have their ear to the ground listening 
for the footsteps of some game violator. This club should be proud 
of the gentlemen they have selected as their officers, such as L. M. 
Hoyt, president; Pat Foley, vice-president; A. A. Wentzel, secretary; 
C. R. Harding, treasurer. These gentlemen never shirk their duty, 
never say no to anything that is for the benefit of the conditions of 
the game and fish laws. They are always ready night and day to 
assist me as Deputy Game Warden of Union County in prosecuting 
any violator, whoever he may be. 


By Warden Geo. W. Mitchell, Enterprise, Oregon. 

Knowing that the people of the state are more or less interested 
in the elk, that noble animal which is becoming less every day, I 
will endeavor to give the readers of The Sportsman an account of my 
recent visit to what is known as the Oregon Elk Pasture, or more 
familiarly called the "Billy Meadows Pasture." 

In company with Mr. Marion Jack, a member of the State Fish 
and Game Commission, we left Enterprise on October 14th for the 
Elk Pasture to investigate the condition of the fence and also to count 
the elk. The pasture is located about 45 miles northeast of Enterprise 
in what is known as the Chesnimis country. The pasture is very 
broken with bunchgrass ridges and lodgepole thickets of a very dense 
nature, which furnishes fine feed for the elk in winter until the snow 
becomes too deep. This timber is covered with a heavy growth of 
moss, which the elk delight to feed on. The pasture is two miles 
square and contains 2560 acres and is surrounded by an eight-foot 

On October 15th, Mr. Jack and I made a trip around this pasture 
and found that the fence needed some repairing. The next day we 


started out to find the elk. It is no small task to find 56 elk in a 
pasture the size of this one. However, we succeeded in finding 28 
elk that afternoon, the largest herd having 15 head — 13 cows and two 
bulls. They are all doing fine. The increase in calves this past year 
was 17, which is pretty good. There were 28 head liberated in this 
pasture four years ago and now we have 56 head. 

On November 15th I started from the J. T. Steen place with three 
four-horse loads of hay for the pasture, to be used in feeding the young 
elk. The roads were very bad and the snow was from ten to twenty 
inches deep. We left Steen's at 7 a. m., and did not get nine 
miles that day. It snowed and blowed all day and we did not stop 
until 9 o'clock that night. 

The next day we had 11 miles to go to reach the pasture, and it 
was still snowing, the snow by this time being from two to three feet 
deep. We arrived at the pasture at 6 p. m. that night, wet and 

The hay taken into the pasture is to be used to feed the young elk, 
while the State Fish and Game Commission is capturing them and 
preparing to ship them to some other part of the state to be liberated. 
I have just completed corrals to be used in capturing the elk. There 
are three corrals, one large one to be used in feeding, and one smaller 
inside of the larger to be used for capturing the calves, and one just 
on the outside to be used to hold the elk until they are ready to ship. 

I left there for Enterprise on December 10th. I had to go about 
a mile and a quarter through the pasture on my way out to the south 
gate, and in traveling that distance I counted 33 elk in different herds. 
They are quite tame. 

I have not been able to cover my district thoroughly as yet, as I 
have had my appointment as warden only a little over two months and 
have been very busy at the elk pasture a good share of the time, but 
where I have been able to visit the game seems to be very plentiful — 
deer and grouse being the most plentiful. Not many bag limits were 
reported during the past season on account of the extremely dry 

We have liberated quite a number of Chinese pheasants in Wal- 
lowa County in the past year and they are all doing fine; also, we 
have a goodly number of Bob White quail and some California quail. 
With good protection we should have a regular sportsmen's paradise 
here in a few years. 



One of the main attractions in the exhibit line at the Grant County 
Fair, held at Canyon City in October last, was the display made by 
the State Fish and Game Commission, through the personal efforts and 
under the direction of Deputy Game Warden I. B. Hazeltine of that 

The Grant County Journal, in its write-up of the Fair, said of the 

"The State Fish and Game Commission has an exhibition that 
alone is worth making the trip to John Day to see. There is a fine 
assortment of birds of the state, with information as to which of them 
are of value and should be protected, and which are destructive an 1 
should be destroyed. 

"One of the most interesting things in this department is the show- 
ing of fish and eggs, displaying the manner of the growth of trout, 
from the egg through eyeing period and up to the time that the fish 
are several inches in length. There are also a number of Hazeltine's 
bullfrogs on display, as well as Rainbow, Cutthroat and Eastern 
Brook trout." 

Warden Hazeltine, who is charged with the duty of protecting 
the game birds, animals and fish in Grant, Baker and Harney Coun- 
ties, is to be commended for the energy displayed in gathering together 
and arranging the exhibit, which was by no means no small under- 

The idea of making an exhibit of this kind originated with Mr. 
Hazeltine, and was so successful that the State Fish and Game Com- 
mission will probably adopt the same as a means of reaching the 
people of the state through the medium of the different county "fairs 
in the campaign of education that it is endeavoring to carry out. 


By John B. Hammersley, Gold Hill, Oregon. 

A deputy state game warden has repeatedly asked me to write 
The Oregon Sportsman, giving my opinion on the protection and prop- 
agation of game and game birds in Southern Oregon. 

During the summer of 1893 I started from Gold Hill with a party 
of three men on a hunting and prospecting expedition through the 
mountains of upper Pleasant Creek, Grave Creek, and following down 
Evans Creek to its confluence. I have recently visited the same sec- 
tions, and am now cabined and writing this article at Willow Flat on 
Evans Creek, noted throughout the state as a great deer country. 

Twenty-two years, reader, has brought many changes in the game 
conditions of this locality. There are yet to be found deer, but in my 
opinion not 50 per cent remains in comparison to my first visit 
in 1893. Hunters and predatory animals have caused the deficit. Can 
it be remedied? Yes. How? By closing the hunting season at inter- 
vals in small districts throughout the state, which will not materially 
affect the sale of hunting licenses, thereby allowing the game to breed 
and multiply unmolested at least by man. Deputy wardens could 
mark boundaries while patrolling these districts, thus saving the 
state extra cost of same. 



John B. Hammersley of Gold Hill, Oregon, with dogs and three cougars killed in 


In my opinion the State Fish and Game Commission should place a 
standing reward of $100 for the arrest and conviction of violators, and 
when convicted, instead of a fine of $25, make it from $100 to $500 
with imprisonment, play no favorites, with no remitting fines, pay 
bounties on predatory animals sufficient to cause extermination, 
change past methods of protection, cause the deputy game wardens 
to do more patrolling in the districts in which violations are being 
committed, and note results. 


By Gene M. Ingram. 

I have before me the October number of The Oregon Sportsman, 
and finding it so full of real interest, I cannot but commend your 
able editorial staff for the excellent manner in which it is gotten up. 
Let the good work go on, and ere long you will have the hearty co- 
operation of every Oregon sportsman in a more substantial way than 
mere words. 

There are few people today with as much as a gleam of human 
intelligence but realize that no element is more insistent in making 
the call to marsh, field and stream than that furnished by our wild 
life. A single year has not passed during the last eighteen in which 
I for one have not taken at least one round at /fish, birds and big 
game, all of which are now decidedly on the increase. 

During the last five years I have taken my annual deer hunt with 
my life-long friend and companion, Mr. J. H. Cochran — a better com- 
panion and cleaner sportsman cannot be found in the state. During 
these years we have confined our operations to the territory lying just 
south of Mt. McLaughlin in Jackson County, making our camp near 


the shore of Fish Lake, a beautiful body of mountain water filled 
with the gamiest of mountain trout. Since our first trip there, Mr. 
Cochran has erected and equipped, at considerable expense, a snug 
little hunting cabin that is known as "The Shack." 

Last fall Mr. Cochran and I left Medford for our annual hunt 

at about 4 a. m. on October 1, using his automobile for the first thirty 
miles to the Farbow ranch on Butte Creek, where we had breakfast, 
got our saddle horses in readiness and were met by our teamster, 
George Fry, with the supply wagon. It was not long after breakfast 
until all was ready, and we mounted our horses and began the last 
fifteen miles of our journey over the rugged mountain road that leads 
to Fish Lake, filled with hope and enthusiasm. We had lunch at the 
McCallister Soda Springs, or rather, a banquet, for such are the 
lunches that are prepared by Mrs. Cochran. Few people ever have 
been endowed with the ability and good taste possessed by her for 
preparing lunches for hungry men. 

When we had reached a point about three miles from Fish Lake, 
J. H. instructed our teamster and sent him on, while we cut through 
tht woods by way of Rye Flat on a preliminary scouting trip for deer. 
Rye Flat is our favorite hunting grounds and is situated about a mile 
from and north of "The Shack," at the top of a mountain, the name 
benig derived because of a little prairie, in which some wild rye- 
grass grows. Around this mountain is sure the home of the old bucks. 
On this scouting trip we found plenty of "beds" and big tracks and 
saw several small deer, so feeling assured of success, we rode on 
down to "The Shack," where we found Mr. Fry and one of Mike Han- 
ley's cowboys — "Milo Connelly" — preparing dinner. After dinner we 
engaged in reminiscences, hair-breadth stories and plans for the fol- 
lowing day. 

The following day we were out of bed, eyes half closed with 
sleep, at 2:30 a. m. Some early, you will say, but if the reader will 
recall it was very dry about the first of October, and we thought our 
chances better in the early morning. After breakfast we rode north 
of the gentle slope that leads to Rye Flat. Upon reaching the hunt- 
ing grounds we separated, J. H. going to the west and I to the east. 
I hunted cautiously, but failed to get my optics fixed on a larger deer 
than a spiked buck, he being sacrificed with the hope of getting a 
larger one later. I returned to camp before noon and was joined a 
little later by J. H., who wore a broad smile on account of having a fine 
five-point buck tied behind his saddle. He had been fortunate enough 
to find two big bucks, but was able to only get the one shot. We had 
seen lots of bear sign and plenty of small deer. Part of the afternoon 
was spent in fishing, and we succeeded in taking sixteen nice lake 
trout, measuring from 12 to 16 inches. The evening brought forth 
its usual quota of thrilling stories. 

Sunday being a day of rest, we did not arise until 8 a. m. Then, 
again, we wanted to be in camp, for another member of our party 
was to arrive that day, Mr. P. L. Cochran, of Stevensville, Montana. 
The breakfast dishes were hardly washed, when in stepped P. L., 
worn and tired from his hard trip, and in possession of the greatest 
appetite I ever saw in a little man. We finally filled him up, though. 
This was quite a reunion, we three not having met for many months. 
As the day drew on we decided to take a little hunt. J. H. took the 
west side, P. L. the center, and I the east, hunting north toward Rye 
Flat. This was a real "water haul," no deer being jumped so far as 
we knew. 



Out at 3 o'clock the next morning, with full determination to 
bring one of those wise gray-nosed boys into camp. We took the same 
line-up of the previous afternoon, every one to hunt his own way. The 
sun had just begun to cast its first rays. I had left my horse some 
little distance away and was resting on a fallen tree, when my attention 
was attracted by a suspicious noise about eighty yards away. Looking 
in that direction, I could see the brush moving as though an old buck 
was horning one of the little trees. I did not have time to gulp my 
heart down more than twice until there walked out the largest and 
most beautiful black-tail buck it has ever been my privilege to see. 
A moment later the lordly old fellow had fallen a prey to my 250-3000 
Savage. This deer was a five-point and tipped the scales in Medford 
five days later at 184 pounds. Mr. Cochran also "connected" with a 
nice four-point buck, while P. L. got one chance shot and missed. J. H. 
again took his deer into camp. I left mine to be carried in later. 
No amount of time had been spent on this morning hunt, so we had 
time during the day to initiate P. L. in the fishing game. He sure 
hooked a lot of 'em, but they had a way about them of wriggling off 
the hook before they came to the net. On arriving at camp again, 
Milo, who was still with us, reported seeing a large brown bear across 
the lake. We had agreed, however, not to kill any bear, so little 
enthusiasm was shown. J. H. didn't care to go out any more that day, 
so P. L., Milo and myself went back to get the big buck. We had a 
real scrimmage putting him on the horse, but we finally got him 
there and fastened a "long" hitch, then Milo took him to camp, while 
P. L. and I took a little evening hunt. I did not see a deer, but P. L. 
bagged a dandy forked horn, which we took to camp with us, arriving 
there quite a while after dark. Every one was happy over the success 
of the day. Milo got up a fine supper, after which he washed the 
dishes, got in night wood and a big armful of pitch for morning. The 
Cochrans and myself sat back with a display of considerable dignity 
and smoked cigars. 


Tuesday was an uneventful day. Although we put forth consider- 
able effort, no big bucks were sighted. Each saw a good deal of 
fresh bear sign, a few wolf tracks, and a good many small deer. 
Nothing of real interest, however transpired. 

Wednesday we arose at 2:40 a. m., having arranged for our day's 
hunt on what is known as Dry Creek, about three miles away. Con- 
siderable frost was on the ground and the air was actually piercing. 
We arrived at the Dry Creek burn soon after daylight, and to our 
joy found plenty of big deer sign. We separated two hundred yards 
apart and hunted east. J. H. struck an enormous buck track, which 
he followed until it "blew up," at least he couldn't follow it any longer. 
He soon found another track and not long afterward I heard his 30-30 
ring out with a keen report. Knowing him to be a good marksman, 
I said under my breath, "Well, that takes John's last tag." P. L. 
"jumped" several, but failed to see any. I was also having similar 
luck, when at last I sighted an old fellow that had sighted me first 
and was stealing through a small opening in an effort to make his 
way to shelter in a clump of trees just beyond. I had just stepped upon 
a log at the time, and when I raised my gun to fire my wooden leg 
slid off and threw me down. This rattled me to some extent, but I 
quickly regained my equilibrium and fired just before he walked 
behind a bunch of snow brush. I managed to get over that way, 
fearful that I might have missed him, but lo and behold! he was there 
for keeps. This deer was a six-point and is not shown in the picture. 
He was the fattest deer I have ever killed, the tallow near the rump 
actually measuring two inches in thickness. By shooting a few signal 
shots the party was soon together again, P. L. and I finding each 
other first. A little later we looked across a small burn and saw 
J. H. with his usual smile, and behind his saddle reposed another big 
four-point buck. 

Everybody in the party was happy, but our spirits were somewhat 
dampened to learn that J. H. had bruised his leg severely. We reached 
camp, having now six big fat bucks strung on a pole, and on exam- 
ining Mr. Cochran's leg, decided to leave for home on the following 
day, which we did. The six-pointer was given to Mr. Farlow, while 
the other five are shown in the accompanying picture. 


By Warden J. W. Metzger, Albany, Oregon. 

A few years ago myself and two others were returning from a 
deer hunt in the vicinity of Upper Soda Springs on the Soda fork of 
the South Santiam. Right here I might spend considerable time in 
explaining the different forks of the Santiam River, but unless the 
reader had a map before him the explanation would sound like Greek. 
If you want to get the country straightened out in your mind, get a 
map from the forestry department showing all the trails, streams, 
ranges, cabins and about everything else one will want to know — 
except where you will find the big buck you are seeking or find the 
best day's fishing. 

We started on our homeward journey about the 10th of Septem- 
ber, leaving Soda Springs about 1 o'clock in the afternoon, and arrived 
at the Canyon ranch about 5 o'clock that evening, where we made 
camp for the night. While the boys were getting things ready for 
supper, I cut off a piece of venison and took it to the ranch house 


near by, known as the old McKinnon place. One of the McKinnon boys 
was living there at this time, whom I had not seen for a number of 
years. When I returned supper was coming along nicely and in a few 
minutes we were enjoying a feed fit for a king. Venison, flapjacks, 
potatoes and onions — maybe the bill of fare does not appeal to you, 
but get out in the open for a few days and eat. Why, you will just 
poke it down. 

After our meal we piled more wood on the fire, and were soon 
joined by Mr. McKinnon. Things went from bad to worse, each one 
trying to outdo the other in telling a hunting or fishing story, when 
finally McKinnon spoke up and said: 

"Father and mother moved in here when I was just a boy. I had 
an older brother who used to hunt a lot, and it was not very long 
befort we boys knew where to find the game. I remember one time 
when Father came back from a trip to the valley. He brought me 
a hunting knife a foot or so long, just what I had been wanting. I 
carried that knife on every hunting trip I went on after that, and 
thought how I would like to meet a cougar. I thought I could finish 
him in no time; in fact, I had it all planned out just what would 
happen to that cougar if I only could meet up with him. One day 
my brother and a boy who lived up the road and myself went up Moose 
Creek to "lay out" for deer. We camped about thirty or forty feet 
back from the creek in a draw, making our beds with our heads 
toward a big cedar tree. Just beyond our feet was an old fir tree 
that had fallen down with the top in the creek, so in getting water 
we would walk down the tree trunk to the creek. Before retiring for 
the night I went down to the creek for a drink and, lying flat on my 
stomach, proceeded to satisfy my thirst. As I raised up I heard a 
thud on the log beside me. I thought first it was the dog we had 
brought with us and called him by name, but the dog had not followed 
me. The thought that it was a cougar then entered my mind, and 
right there and then I changed my mind about ever wanting to meet 
one with my beloved knife. I hastily started up the log, when I heard 
the cougar slip off into the brush. Reaching camp, I said nothing, but, 
crawling into bed, slept with one eye open, expecting every minute 
to see the cougar put his head over the log. My wait was too long, 
however, and I finally fell asleep. On opening my eyes in the morn- 
ing, the first thing I seen was my brother peering over the log and 
reaching for his gun. I joined him as quickly as I could, but the 
cougar had gone before he had time to shoot. We soon had our dog 
on the trail of the cougar, and I don't think it was over ten minutes 
before we had them up a tree, for there were two cougars instead of 
one, and we got both." 

With the end of the story, some one yawned, and our friend said 
he would have to be going, so we bid him good-night and turned in 
to dream about cougars. 



l>y Warden F. W. Triska, Burns, Oregon. 

It might be of some interest to the sportsmen of Oregon to read 
something about the Malheur Lake game reservation in Harney County. 
The Malheur reservation is not very well known on account of it 
being located so far from the railroad, but still Government statistics 
show that it is one of the best in the United States. This reservation 
is about thirty miles south of Burns and covers about 80,000 acres, 
and is an ideal natural refuge for birds of all kinds. A large body 
of water, surrounded by tules, makes it a wild fowl paradise. There 
are plenty of "Thrash" fish in this lake for the pelican, carallone, 
cormorant, tern, blue heron and other birds to feed on. 

Malheur Lake is fed by two rivers, the Silvies and the Blitzen, 
also a large spring on the south side. These two rivers abound with 
trout higher up in the mountains, where sportsmen get their fishing. 
This lake is a shallow body of water, varying in depth from two to 
eight feet. There are about 15,000 swan on the lake now, and during 
the summer there are thousands of birds nesting on the reservation. 
The pelicans nest in colonies on an island. There were about 10,000 
of them on the reservation this year. Pelicans are increasing since 
the reservation was created in 1908. 

This year, eight permits have been issued to trappers to trap 
on the reservation, of which seven are trapping. Their combined 
catch for the month of November was 3700 muskrats and five mink. 

On account of low water, hunters from the outside were disap- 
pointed in not getting as good shooting this year as usual on the 
adjoining sloughs. 

The Biological Survey Department furnishes a motor boat for the 
warden, with which he patrols the reservation, also a canoe for the 
Blitzen River, the channel of which affords a good passage to the 
main lake. Many visitors this season enjoyed a trip on the lake. 


By Warden Jas. H. Driscoll, Ashland, Oregon. 

October 20, I received word that hunters were flocking to the hills, 
and that it behooved all game wardens to do likewise. The next 
morning Warden Edgar Walker, of Medford,' and I started for Snow 
Shed Camp via Butte Falls. The first day out we made Butte Falls, 
and as it was too late to make camp, put up at the hotel. As Mr. 
Walker had put in several years at Butte Falls in charge of lumbering 
interests for Edgar Hofer, we found ourselves perfectly at home, and 
were soon listening to the many things that go to make up the sum 
of life in the small town. Right here I wish to say that one cannot 
fail to be impressed with the energy of a people who have literally 
carved a town out of the wilderness. They have built a good hotel, 
stores, dwellings, sidewalks, installed a water and light system, and 
last but not least, erected a beautiful school building that will be a 
credit to the town for many years to come. 

Here is where the Fish and Game Commission have promised to 
build a hatchery, and this proposed hatchery has aroused the keenest 
interest in all that pertains to the work and wishes of the commission. 


Returning hunters told us the gossip of the hills and the conditions 
we should find, and it is needless to say that we found things exactly 
as represented. Thus it was that the citizens of Butte Falls made a 
"hit" with me. 

We "pulled out" bright and early the next morning. The road 
wound among the hills and through the tall pines. Jack Frost had 
touched the maple and Oregon grape, and the sun shining upon them 
brought out their truly wonderful colorings. We arrived at Snow Shed 
Camp about 4 o'clock in the afternoon and struck camp. We found 
a party of three hunters already there, one of whom was Chris Beale, 
old-time game warden, hunter and trapper. Around the campfire that 
evening he told us many tales of bygone hunting days, cougar hunts, 
bear hunts, and pointed out the spot where they had killed a famous 
old grizzly many years ago. The next morning we were awake long 
before daylight. Beale and party were preparing for a deer hunt, 
Walker and I to visit some of the various other camps. 

Snow Shed Camp is situated some seven or eight miles west of 
Mt. Pitt, and it has all the requisites of a good camp, plenty of horse 
feed, wood close at hand and the best water I have ever drank. For 
the person who loves the beautiful in nature, I know of no more beau- 
tiful setting. Sunrise and sunset on Mt. Pitt present equal charms 
for beauty. In the morning you can see the first sunbeams gilding the 
top, gradually showing more and more until the whole mountain is 
flooded with light. In the evening you can watch the shadows climb- 
ing higher and higher, until only the highest point is bathed in sun- 
light, and with the passing of that one bright spot you find that dark- 
ness has come. To the hunter or camper who finds joy in material 
things, deer abound. And just west of camp, amid the pine burns, 
you will find acres and acres of the finest wild blackberries. When 
blackberry time has passed one can travel east a few miles, until he 
crosses the divide and drops down into Blue Canyon, with its myriad 
of pretty lakes. Here he can find fair fishing, and when tired of 
fishing he can find plenty of huckleberries to pick. 

We left our camp about 7 a. m. and started to make the rounds 
of the various hunters' camps. The first day out little of interest 
occurred. The next day we started for Camp 76, on Four-Bit Creek. 
As we were riding through the timber we heard several shots down 
on the brakes near the creek, and as this was known to be a "Doe 
■Country," we instantly jumped to the conclusion that some hunter 
was trying for camp meat. As we were near the camp, we concluded 
to go over and see who were camped there. We found two camps. 
One of the parties had just arrived. Dropping down to the camp, 
found Mr. Warner and Jack Tungit hard at work getting their camp 
straightened out. We inquired if they had heard any shooting, and 
they told us that Mr. Hutchins had left the wagon at the ford and 
was making his way to camp along the creek bottom. Shortly after- 
ward Mr. Hutchins came into camp. His hands and hunting coat were 
covered with blood, and in the pockets of his hunting coat were the 
heart and liver of a small deer. Mr. Hutchins showed considerable 
surprise at our presence, and remarked that we had caught him "red- 
handed." He remarked further that he had killed a spiked buck 
lower down on the creek and had come in to get the other boys to 
help him carry it in. By this time suspicion was rife within us, and 
Hutchins' most innocent remarks were construed as evidences of 
guilt. Telling the boys that we must be on our way, we started back 
over the same route we had come. As soon as we were hidden from 
the camp we compared notes, and as both had concluded Hutchins 


had killed a doe, we started for the ford. There we found where 
Hutchins had left the others. With infinite patience, we followed his 
wanderings until we found where he had made the "kill." Hidden 
away in the ferns and fir boughs we found a beautiful little spiked 
buck, just as he had told us. By this time it was lunch time, and we 
sought a little spring from which the cold water trickled and proceeded 
to eat our lunch. After resting a short time, Walker picked up his 
gun, remarking, "We had better be going, Jim." In almost the same 
breath he whispered, "There's a big buck!" By this time the buck 
was in motion, and as he passed through an open space in the woods, 
we both fired and at the report of the guns down came the buck. 
He proved to be a beautiful four-pointer, known to every one who 
hunts in that vicinity as a "Bench Leg." We weighed him later and 
found that he dressed 185 pounds. We examined his bed and found 
that he had been lying within forty feet of us during the time we were 
eating our lunch. This proved conclusively to us that occasionally a 
buck will be found in the most pronounced doe country. 

We spent the remainder of the season patrolling the country for 
miles around. Twice we made long hard trips, locating hounds which 
we had heard baying far up on Mt. Pitt. In both instances we found 
they had been running bear and the owners of the hounds were able 
to produce the bear. On the evening of the 30th it began raining, 
and on the morning of the 31st we started for home. About four 
miles from camp we unhitched, hobbled our horses, and turned them 
loose, while we culled the country to see how many does and fawns 
we could see. In about two hours we counted 35 does and fawns and 
one buck. I took a shot at the buck, but for some "unaccountable" 
reason made a clean miss. About 2 o'clock we made another start 
and reached Butte Falls late that evening and Medford the following 

Since we were in that section the storms have come and driven 
the deer down. About two weeks ago Chas. Love, a friend of ours, 
en route from the Pelican Bay logging camp to Medford, passed over 
the same ground and without leaving the trail counted more than 
100 deer, mostly does and fawns. 


' By Warden W. O. Hadley, The Dalles, Oregon. 

Two Pendleton hunters, Edward Harlow and Fred Stickler, while 
on a hunting trip after geese near Blalock, Oregon, killed a large bald 
eagle in a rather peculiar way. They had put out their decoys on 
the high bluff and were waiting for the geese to make their evening 
flight from the grain fields to their resting place on the Columbia 
River. As it was early for the geese to come in, the men were not 
paying any attention to their decoys, but hearing a noise in that direc- 
tion and looking that way, much to their surprise they saw a large 
bald eagle alight near their decoys, no doubt attracted by them. 
They shot the eagle and carried it back to Pendleton with them to 
show the superiority of Pendleton-made decoys. 

On a high rock island, just below the resting bar near Blalock, 
for several years two eagles have made their headquarters during the 
time the geese are on the Columbia River, and several times during 
the night, if you are within a mile of the island, you will hear the 
whole band of geese set up an awful roar when the eagles fly in 
among them to capture one. As this bar in the Columbia is one of 
the favorite resting places for geese, I think these eagles should be 




By Special Warden Virgil L. Powell, Vernonia, Oregon. 

During the time I have been 
serving as a deputy game war- 
den, which is about 18 months, I 
have spent considerable time in 
the protection of deer from dogs, 
mostly in the vicinity of which 
I live. This I consider to be one 
of the most important laws in all 
the game laws. In fact, the only 
arrest I have made during the 
term of my office has been for 
running or hunting deer with 

About 18 months ago, when 
I first began the work of pro- 
tecting" the deer from dogs, I 
would say that not more than 
10 or 15 deer were left in the 
township where I am located, 
being township 5 north of range 
4 west, Columbia County, near 
Pittsburg. At that time hounds 
could be seen or heard running 
deer every week in the year. 
Now hunters use their dogs sev- 
eral miles distant from this 
place, and what they do not kill 
they drive over to my township, 
where they find protection. And 
I would say at this time that the 
deer have increased in this town- 
ship in the past 18 months from 
10 or 15 to, I would say, anyway 
50 or 75 deer. 

The deer have become quite 
tame within the past year. I 
have counted a number at dif- 
ferent times from May 1 to Aug- 
ust 20 browsing in my field, and 
would scarcely run from me. 

The most of these, however, were does which had fawns or soon 

would have. 

During the past 20 months I have taken three deer away from 
hound dogs in the Nehalem River, which would have soon been killed 
by the dogs. Two of these deer died soon afterward from being pur- 
sued by these dogs and getting hurt. The third one, which I took away 
from dogs, I got in the Nehalem River near Pittsburg on June 11, 1915. 
This was a little fawn, scarcely a week old. This I brought home and 
raised on a bottle, and still feed on the bottle up to this writing. He 
runs with the cows during the day and follows them in the barn 
during the night. 

Certainly no hunter would hunt deer with dogs if he had gone 
through the experience with a deer such as I have this one. 

Picture of seven months old pet deer saved 

from being killed by dogs by Special 

Warden Virgil L. Powell. 


Some of these hunters using dogs assert that they cannot get deer 
in this brushy country without using dogs. This is just the country 
where dogs should not be used, as it makes the deer so wild that when 
the hunter who does not use a dog goes out after a deer when the 
season opens up, is unable to get even a shot at one, for the least 
little noise, the deer are so scared they are off to the thick brush. 
And should every hunter use a dog, which should be fair if the other 
hunter does, the deer in this state would be a thing of the past in a 
very short time. 


Last Thursday afternoon as Herman Messenger happened to look 
toward Silver Creek from the window at Eastman Bros, garage he 
saw a full grown doe rise in the air and shoot over the dam just above 
the bridge. She swam as pretty as you please right down under the 
steel bridge and on over the lower falls and out of sight. 

The deer was seen by others farther up the stream, but Mr. 
Messenger was the only one to see it glide through town. 

Some years ago, a deer came over about the same route and took 
refuge in a clump of willows near Dr. Blackerby's dental office. Henry 
Grazer, then a young man full of life and vigor climbed out over the 
bank and lassoed the deer. The deer was then taken to the home 
of Joe Moser and placed in a small enclosure with a high fence, 
one that Joe said no living animals could scale. The deer, when 
liberated, walked to the center of the arena, looked around, collected 
its senses, let out a snort and over the fence it went without the 
least trouble and bounded away. Joe said well I'll be d-d-d-d-doggoned 
if I ever thought a living animal could jump that fence. No one has 
bobbed up and claimed that this was the same deer. — Silver Appeal. 


J. C. Oliver & Sons, prominent stockmen of the John Day Valley, 
have in the past suffered considerable loss in their flocks on account 
of predatory animals and more particularly the coyote. Mr. Herman 
Oliver, foreman, hearing of the success of the method of poisoning 
introduced as an experiment by the U. S. Forest Service, recently 
determined to try it out. He selected a favorable spot near the home 
ranch, killed an old horse for bait and scattered the poison in the 
manner specified and awaited results. To date the "set" has been 
made not to exceed three weeks and he has been succssful in taking 
seventeen coyotes. With the $3.00 bounty and an additional $2.50 
for the hide it brings the total of $5.50 for each coyote, or a grand 
total of $93.50, which is considered a mighty good price for the 
horse. So Mr. Oliver thinks, outside of the fact that he has also 
prevented further loss to the flocks by ridding the hills of these 
predatory beasts. 



(Editor's Note — The secretary of every Rod and Gun Club and 
Game Protective Association in Oregon is asked to contribute a short 
article to this department. All the publicity possible should be given 
the work carried on by the clubs. Make this department a mirror, 
reflecting the activities of your club in protecting the wild animal, 
bird and fish life of the state.) 

Sherwood, Oregon, January S, 1916. 
Mr. Carl D. Shoemaker, 

State Game Warden, 

Portland, Oregon. 
Dear Sir: 

I thought perhaps you would be interested to know what the 
Sherwood Rod and Gun Club is doing. The club has 140 members now, 
and during the past week has fed the game and song birds for miles 
around Sherwood. Besides this work, done by the members in town, 
the officers have phoned members and friends living in the country, 
urging them to do the same. 

I am sending a photo that will give you better idea of how the 
committee is working. Yours truly, 

H. L. GRAY, 

Deputy Game Warden. 


Corvallis, Oregon, December 7, 1915. 
The Oregon Sportsman, 
Portland, Oregon. 

By request of your very efficient deputy, Mr. C. C. Bryan, I am 
sending you a few items about our Rod and Gun Club. We now have 
55 members in good standing. Although we are only a little over two 
years old, we have done considerable toward the protection and prop- 
agation of game and fish. 

This year we have planted two cars of trout fry, and with what 
we have planted in the past, makes Benton County one of the best 
counties in the state for the fishermen. During the open season the 
dozens of sportsmen come in with a good creel, speaking well for the 
Fish and Game Commission, for if it was not for the efforts the state 
makes to keep our streams well stocked, our nearby streams would be 
depleted. From all reports the fry has made a splendid growth, and 
there seems to have been very little violation of the fishing law the 
past season. Yours very truly, 





Mr. Carl D. Shoemaker, 

State Game Warden, Portland, Oregon. 

Dear Sir: 

The following is the report of the organization of the Sherwood 
Rod and Gun Club: 

One hundred forty men signed ud for membership in a Rod and 
Gun Club, with headquarters at Sherwood,, at a meeting held for that 
purpose on Tuesday evening, December 14. This meeting was a con- 
tinuation of one held a week previous, at which time Mr. Harry L. 
Gray, deputy game warden, outlined the plan and purpose of such a 
club, and assisted in interesting the local sportsmen in the organiza- 

Starting Out to Feed the Pheasants Near Sherwood 

Enthusiasm marked the meeting, and every man present became 
a member. No name has yet been selected for the club, this detail 
being left until the next meeting, to be held Tuesday, December 20. 

Officers chosen were: President, J. H. Morback; vice-president, 
Dan Hough; secretary, Roy S. Blodgett, and treasurer, C. I. Calkins. 
A committee was appointed to draft a constitution and by-laws, which 
will be submitted to the club at its next meeting. 

A feature of the meeting was the fact that nearly all sections of the 
Tualatin Valley were represented, showing the intense interest in this 
locality in the protection of fish and game. Those who are familiar 
with organizations of this kind are most optimistic over the prospects 
for a large club, and say it only remains for a little work to bring 
the membership roll up to several times the number who have already 

This infant among sportsmen's clubs solicits the suggestions and 
advice of the State Fish and Game Commission; also the assistance 
and co-operation of older clubs of the state, to the end that we may get 
off on the right foot and make the affair a success, for our own good 
as well as that of the great principle of fish and game protection and 
propagation. Very truly yours, 





Contributed by Rod and Gun Club of Halfway, Oregon. 

Mr. A. V. Lansing, president of the Halfway Rod and Gun Club, 
of Halfway, Baker County, Oregon, recently noticed an account in an 
Eastern newspaper of the taking of a sturgeon, which weighed some four 
hundred pounds, with tackle consisting of a half-inch rope, which, 
according to the newspaper, was considered some feat, but Mr. Lan- 
sing boasts of an individual experience which he thinks will eclipse 
the above story and relates the following, which he can substantiate 
by photographs and eye witnesses. 

Mr. Lansing was residing at the town of Copperfield some two 
years ago, which is situated in Baker County on the bank of the 
Snake River. He and his wife decided one day that they would try 
for sturgeon and accordingly fitted up a tackle for the occasion, con- 
sisting of some two hundred feet of ordinary carpenter's chalk line, 
to which three No. 10-0 hooks were attached some two or three feet 
apart on the end of the line. They started out after dinner and soon 
came to a favorable looking place, where they proceeded to throw out 
their line. After only a short wait they had a "strike," and within ten 
minutes had succeeded in landing a sturgeon 'weighing over three 
hundred and twenty-five pounds and measuring nine feet and one inch 
in length. The fish had taken the top hook and in the struggle the 
other two had been broken off, but had been picked up again and were 
tangled in the line some distance from the one he had seized. Mr. 
Lansing is willing to give all due credit to his wife for her assistance, 
as she took care of the slack line during the various rushes and 
kept the tangles out, which otherwise might have resulted in the loss 
of the fish. It happened to be near the railroad at this point and was 
hauled into Copperfield on a hand car, and after being viewed by 
envious eyes, was cut up and divided among the many friends of the 
Lansings there. 

Mr. Lansing further states that he tested the strength of the line 
with some spring scales he happened to have, and after various tests 
it always broke at not to exceed a thirty-five pound pull. 

Hood River, Oregon, January 8, 191 G. 



By Warden Roy Bremmer, Salem, Oregon. 

Sportsmen who hunted Chinese Pheasants in Marion and Polk 
Counties the past season have enjoyed the best sport they have had 
for a number of years. There were more pheasants killed in this 
district this past season than for a number of years, and the number 
of birds that escaped the hunters are very few. If there is not some 
restrictions placed on hunting the female Chinese Pheasant during 
the coming season, it will be but a short time before this bird will be 
one of the past. As the law is at the present time, it is very hard 
to enforce with regard to the female pheasant. The only way that 
this bird can hold out is to protect the female at all times. 

During the year ending December 1, 1915, I have made 32 arrests 
for violating the game laws in Marion and Polk Counties, and as a 
result there have been 27 convictions. 



Mr. Carl D. Shoemaker, 

State Game Warden. 
Dear Sir: 

I am pleased to advise that the annual meeting of the Hood River 
County Game Protective Association was held January 4th, at which 
time we held our election of officers, as follows: 

D. McDonald, president; H. Garrabrant, vice-president; Alva L. 
Day, secretary; A. J. Derby, treasurer; O. H. Rhoades, J. B. Hunt and 
Sol J. Spear, trustees. 

We had a very profitable meeting and took in seven new members. 
We are causing more interest to be taken along these lines than has 
been taken heretofore. 

The protection of our bear was brought up and the members rec- 
ommended by resolution that the bear be protected by a closed season 
during the months of May, June, July and August. During the summer 
the bear is valueless for meat or hide and it is a waste to kill them. 
The members also recommend that the grouse and deer seasons open 
September 1st. 

We have a very good supply of Chinese Pheasants and California 
Quail, which are demanding our attention at this time. The snow is 
getting deep enough here to call for feeding the birds. A number of 
ranchers are feeding the birds on their places. We have provided 
wheat for some of the birds in the open country and along the river. 

Very truly yours, 




By Warden Orrin Thompson, Roseburg, Oregon. 

Referring to the question of the number of deer killed in, Douglas 
County last season, will say that I have given the matter considerable 
thought and have secured some figures and data on the subject that 
will without doubt interest the readers of The Sportsman. 

When we take into consideration the number of hunters' licenses 
issued in the county, and the number of hunters from counties and 
states who hunted in Douglas, and after figuring on the number of 
deer killed in the localities where I am very familiar with the situation 
and allowing a reasonable number to every locality where hunting 
was done, I am quite sure that 2000 is a low estimate. I have also 
gone into detail in this' matter with several men who have a good 
knowledge of hunting in this county. Some of them said I was too 
high until we took pencil and paper and began to figure. After that 
all said the estimate was too low, if anything. 

Mr. Guy Ingram and myself spent considerable time going over 
and making estimates to ascertain the possible number of deer killed. 
Mr. Ingram is well posted on game conditions in Douglas County. 

Prior to the first of November last, licenses were issued in Douglas 
County as follows: Hunters, 2334; combination, 333; non-resident, 4, 
making a total of 2671 licensed hunters. Add to this the hundreds 
who came from the counties outside of Douglas and it will give an 


idea of what the bucks were up against. Of course, there were hun- 
dreds who did not kill any deer. There were also hundreds who killed 
the limit — and "then some" — in a good many cases. 

We meet some people who tell us it is not worth while to protect 
the deer, but when you figure the food value of the deer, even at the 
average of 50 pounds each, it means 50 tons of meat. Surely a good 
many people must have derived some benefit from them. The people 
should realize the value of the deer and take more interest in saving 
them. Too many look upon the killing of a deer simply as sport and 
give no thought to the value as food. I figure that a big fat buck 
is worth from $12 to $15 to a man with a family as food if he takes 
proper care of the meat. 

I believe a law should be passed forbidding the killing of spiked 
bucks. They are not wary like the old ones, and are easily killed. 1 
meet a good many hunters with spiked bucks, which I am positive 
they shot without seeing the horns. I think many an old doe is shot 
by the hunters, thinking that perhaps it is a spiked buck. If left alone 
for a year or two the spike would amount to something worth while. 


By Warden S. B. Tycer, Brownsville, Oregon. 

A few lines from Linn County, the original home of the famous 
Chinese Pheasant, might prove of interest to readers of The Oregon 
Sportsman. At the close of the shooting season last fall there appeared 
to be left more pheasants in the fields than has ever been known 

Bob White Quail are becoming very plentiful in Linn County, 
especially in the eastern portions. The California Quail, liberated in 
the neighborhood of Brownsville last year, are doing well. It is 
reported that about fifty of these birds were seen recently on the 
Montgomery farm. There were twelve of them when they were 
liberated by the Brownsville Rod and Gun Club. 

Sportsmen report one of the poorest deer hunting seasons for 
many years in this part of the state. On the South Santiam and the 
Callapooia ranges there were scarcely any deer killed. The chief cause 
seems to be that the season was extremely dry and warm, and the deer 
failed to come down from the higher mountains before the season 

The gray wolves and cougars, however, have not failed to make 
their appearance. Reports come to me that the mountains are full of 
them. Dr. E. W. Howard, of Brownsville, with his famous fox hounds, 
has within the last year killed sixteen bobcats and six bears. The 
sportsmen are proud of the Doctor and his dogs. He would like to 
try the dogs on cougar, but is afraid that the wolves would get hold 
of them. 

Linn County can boast of one splendid fishing stream. It is the 
Callapooia. Since the Brownsville Rod and Gun Club began restock- 
ing this stream three years ago we have had some excellent fishing. 
All other streams of the county can be brought up to the standard 
attained by the Callapooia if the sportsmen of the different sections 
of the county will take the interest in restocking them that this club 


Everyhing in this part of the country seems to be running along 
smoothly. The sportsmen are respecting the laws now more than they 
have done before. 



By Warden John F. Adams, Agness, Oregon. 

There was a big bear harvest in Coos County this season, reports 
from all sections being to the effect that many were killed. Elmer 
Miller, of Pistol River, with his fine pack of bear dogs, holds the 
record so far, with 15 bear to his credit. Bill Coy, of Eucher Creek, 
has bagged seven with his dogs. Thacker brothers, of Lobster 
Creek, have trapped five, and there are others too numerous to men- 

Panther appear to be decreasing slowly, fewer being killed this 
year than ever. The coyotes are working into this country very fast. 
What effect they will have on the deer we do not know. Undoubt- 
edly they will pick up a good many fawns. At present there is a 
bounty of $23 on coyotes in this county, but the country is so rough 
it is seldom that one is killed. 


By Warden C. C. Bryan, Corvallis, Oregon. 

There sems to have been a less number of deer killed in Benton 
County this year than in former years, according to reports from 
various sources. These facts were not due to the scarcity of deer, 
as was generally admitted, but rather to the fact that the number 
of hunters has increased so rapidly in the last few years and the 
bucks have become more alert. 

Hunting was good during open season for Chinese Pheasants. 
October was an ideal month for bird hunting. Many sportsmen 
bagged their limit. These birds were hunted so hard that it looked 
for a time like there would not be one left, but the Chinese Pheasant 
is a wary old bird, he took to the hills, and from the way he is 
showing up at the present time there will be enough left for next 
year's crop. Since the season closed, in the Beaver Creek section, 
near the foot of the mountains, I * saw a goodly number of these 
birds. On November 29 I counted seventeen Chinese Pheasants in 
one flock in Pleasant Valley, near the foot of Alsea Mountain. It 
is very evident to me that these birds were driven from the valley 
and were seeking protection in the hills. 

Up to the present time there has been but a limited number of 
ducks bagged. There is quite a number of geese being killed in 
Southern Benton on the grain fields. 

In the month of September I spent two days on the line between 
Benton and Polk Counties, and during those two days it was a sur- 
prise to me to note the number of Fan-Tailed Pigeons feeding on 
cascara berries in this locality. I should judge there must of been 
between 250 and 300 of these birds. 


Michigan has passed a law prohibiting the use of automobiles in 
hunting patridges. Indiana has passed a similar law in regard to 
hunting game near a public highway. 



By Warden Clyde M. McKay, Bend, Oregon. 

The fish hatchery at Bend this season has stocked the following 
streams and lakes in Jefferson,, Crook and Klamath Counties with 
Eastern Brook, Rainbow and Steelhead Trout: The Metolius River, 
Blue Lake, Dark Lake, Suttle Lake, Trout Creek, Dry Creek, Squaw 
Creek, the Deschutes River at Cline Falls, Bend and above Benham 
Falls, Tumalo Creek, Tumalo Lake, Sparks Lake, East Lake, Paulina 
Lake, North and South Twin Lakes, O'Dell Lake and Crescent Lake. 
The stocking of the above places was done through the co-operation 
of the sportsmen of Sisters, Redmond, Bend and officials of the Des- 
chutes National Forest. 

A great deal of interest has been taken in the hatchery, and 
although it did not do as well as expected, due to unusual conditions, 
there is no question as to its success, and every one is anxious to 
see it in operation after the first of the year. 

On behalf of the fishermen the State Fish and Game Commission 
closed the Deschutes River and tributaries above a point three hun- 
dred feet below the confluence of the Metolius and Deschutes River 
to fishing from December 10, 1915, to April 1, 1916. 

Deer hunting was very poor this fall and only a few parties were 
successful. Duck shooting on the Deschutes and lakes tributary has 
been the poorest known, and ducks are as hard to find as hen's teeth. 
Even Silver and Summer Lakes, the duck and goose hunters' paradise 
for this section, is as bad off. 

Reports from the quail and pheasants, which have been put out 
here during the last year or so, has been very good. Mr. J. N. B. 
Gerking, of Tumalo, stated that he received six pairs in the fall of 
1914 and has at least seventy-five quail now. Prineville and other 
places give the same results as to the pheasants. 


By Warden G. E. Leach, Tillamook, Oregon. 

The duck season opened with fairly good bags. 

Geese have not been plentiful on Tillamook Bay, but there are 
millions on Netarts Bay. This is probably due to the new law which 
prohibits shooting from any kind of a boat on Netarts Bay. 

Snipe (Jack) are seen on Nehalem Bay in flocks of twenty-five 
to thirty. A party of six bagged their limit in approximately two 

I want to note the interest being taken by the farmers in caring 
for the Chinese pheasonts sent here from the State Game Farm and 
liberated at Fairview. Cyrus Randall, a prominent farmer living at 
this place, is feeding them in large flocks. The interesting part is 
to watch them come for their food when he drums on a tin pan with 
a stick. The pheasants are so gentle they will eat from his hands. 

Trout fishing has not been very good of late on account of the 
extreme high water, but anglers are beginning to have a great deal of 
sport with the steelheads. 

The cougar and bobcats are coming down in the valley early this 
year. Some cougar have been seen and several bobcats killed. 



By WARDEN C. \V. LoUGHREY, Seaside, Oregon. 

Fishing this fall and winter has been remarkably good in all 
streams throughout Clatsop County. The Necanicum River is the 
most favored stream by the anglers. There is no doubt in my mind 
that it furnishes more sport to the anglers than any other stream in 
Oregon. Through the summer hundreds of anglers can be seen every 
day whipping the stream. Seaside is the leading summer resort of 
Oregon, and it is an everyday sight to see men, women and children 
hiking out for the different streams. The Lewis and Clarke and 
Youngs Rivers are only six miles from Seaside and both are known 
for their beautiful trout and salmon. The north fork of the Nehalem 
River is about twenty miles away, easy to reach by good wagon road, 
and will compare with any river in the county. Elk Creek is nine 
miles from Seaside, and is a beautiful stream emptying into the 
Pacific Ocean. And Indian Creek, close by, is noted for its moun- 
tain trout, but is rather difficult to reach. 

Clams, crabs and mussels are in abundance; rock cod and sea 
trout are caught throughout the year. A party here last summer 
ventured out in a rowboat over the breakers and returned with 400 
pounds of different species of deep sea fish of good quality. If a 
pier were built beyond the breakers then deep sea fishing would 
flourish. It is a well known fact that halibut banks are close by. 

From Warrington to I. N. Fleishner's game and poultry farm, a 
distance of fourteen miles, there is a chain of lakes which would 
make the very best frog lakes with plenty of natural feed. I intend 
to bring this matter before the sportsmen's club here in the near 
future and expect action to be taken that will finally result in making 
these lakes famous for their frog fishing. 


By Warden W. G. Emery, Newport, Oregon. 

Lincoln County is without a peer among Oregon's counties as a 
paradise for the hunter and angler. Its streams abound with trout, 
its bays with salmon, flounders, perch, etc. — fifteen varieties of fish 
in all — and its hills and forests are the natural breeding grounds for 
large game such as deer, bear, cougar and bobcats. 

While hiking down Canal Creek, one of the tributaries of Alsea 
River, last October I caught 24 trout from six to ten inches long with- 
out stopping long enough to take my pack from my shoulders. I 
would just turn in at a likely looking place, make a few casts, hook 
a fish or two and then hike along again. 

Alsea River, Drift Creek and the Siletz River are streams without 
an equal in the Northwest for trout. Yachaats River is also a most 
excellent stream for angling. While working in that neighborhood last 
fall I saw a gentleman come into camp with a string of 43 trout that 
measured from twelve to sixteen inches in length. 

As to salmon trolling, Royal Ferr, of Newport, caught 42 Silver- 
sides just outside the bay this season, and many others also made 


large catches. A woman on the upper Alsea River makes a regular 
business of catching salmon with troll and selling to the cannery. 

The tule lands and tideflats on Yaquina, Alsea and Siletz bays, 
and lower Salmon river, are favorite feeding grounds for wild fowl, and 
they furnish grand sport for the "scatter-gun" men. 

I have no means of knowing the number of deer killed in Lincoln 
county during the season just passed, but I do know that every party 
that went into the mountains brought back venison. It is no unusual 
thing for the ladies to get their venison also. Mrs. Nellie Ryan, of 
Drift Creek, killed a big buck from the door of her country home last 
October, and Mrs. L. F. Wilson, of the upper Salmon river, killed three 
deer during the season and proudly shows her license with the three 
tags torn off, probably the only woman in the West with such a souve- 
nir of her own prowess. 

The best hunting grounds for deer are south and west of Table 
mountain, Cummings Creek divide, Drift Creek, the Big Elk countries, 
Schooner Creek, and the headwaters of Salmon River. Any of these 
localities are easy of access, and a vacation passed at either, if well 
extended into the deer season, will add ten years of enjoyment to the 
ardent sportsman. 

The farmers and ranchers in this part of the state are kindly and 
considerate, their prices for accommodations are reasonable and they 
have a hearty welcome for every one but a game hog. If you belong 
to the latter class, better stay away, for telephone lines run all through 
Lincoln county, and a game warden soon gets a tip to wander that 

A party of five such, with five hounds, the ten of a kind hailing 
from near St. Johns and down the Columbia, established themselves 
last season in a cabin near Cummings Creek, turned their stock loose 
in the pasture of an old man named Sharmer; told him insolently to 
"go to hell" when he complained of such action; turned their hounds 
loose and proceeded to run all the deer out of the country. Two days 
thereafter three game wardens walked into their camp, rounded them 
up and persuaded them to leave for other parts. 

Men of that calibre are not wanted here, but the true sportsman 
is always welcomed, and can ejoy himself to his heart's content without 
ever seeing a game warden. The latter will know where you are, but 
he will also know that you are the right sort. Otherwise the ranchers, 
who are rapidly learning the lesson of game preservation, will be the 
first to turn in a complaint of a law violation. 

The policy of our present State Game officials in discouraging the 
snoopy police methods formerly followed, and insisting on working 
along educational lines, is to my mind responsible for the hearty co- 
operation I am receiving from men formerly opposed to game wardens 
and game laws. 

Such a policy I truly believe will do more for the protection and 
preservation of our fish and game than would the woods full of de- 
tectives. Such a system followed up for a few years will make all 
Oregon what Lincoln county is now, a sportsman's paradise. 



By Warden George Tonkin, Pendleton, Oregon. 

The deer sign in this county indicate that the deer are more 
plentiful than for the past few years, but fewer deer than usual have 
been killed in the hunting season of 1915. We had a very dry fall 
and the bucks seem to be growing more alert and shy. There are 
few places now that cannot be reached by the automobile parties and 
more hunters are in the hills each succeeding year. 

It is estimated that fifty deer were killed in this county during 
the past season. Only five hunters were known to have killed the 
limit; very few got two, and several reported no success at all. 

Several hunters from various parts of the county who had seen 
deer during the season were questioned as to the number and sex of 
the deer that they had seen and also asked their opinion regarding 
the hunting laws. The forty-two hunters thus questioned saw four 
hundred and thirty-four deer; one hundred and thirty-seven of which 
were deer with horns and the remaining two hundred and ninety- 
seven were does and young deer. They killed twenty-six bucks. 

Some hunters contended that there were too many does in com- 
parison with the number of bucks and that the killing of at least 
one doe in a season should be permitted. That is what led me to 
question the hunters and find out if possible something upon which 
we could base our estimate of the comparative number of the two 

Though we have hunters who want to kill the does, I believe 
we have more who would rather see the season closed for at least 
two years. 

Umatilla County now has about 110 elk, 90 of w T hich are native 
elk ranging in the hills in the southeastern part of the county. Many 
of the elk that were liberated in the northeastern part of the county 
have left for haunts of their choosing. It is believed that the action 
of the State Pish and Game Commission in offering $100 reward for 
conviction in elk killing will nearly, if not quite, perfect the protec- 
tion that has been given these animals in this section. They are 
increasing rapidly and should afford some excellent hunting in a few 

Duck shooting has been below the average this season. There 
were many local birds at the beginning of the season but the migratory 
birds did not arrive until late and most of these went directly to the 
small creeks in the foothills, thus escaping the hunters at the ponds 
in the lower end of the county where the shooting is usually so 
much enjoyed. 

China pheasants have found this county to be an ideal home. 
They are multiplying very rapidly. Our Hungarian Partridges, Moun- 
tain Quail, Valley Quail, and Bob White Quail are also doing very 
well. Most of our ranchers like to have these birds about the place 
and many declare that there will always be a closed season for them 
on their ranch. This is especially the case regarding the Bob White. 
It is thought that such protection will afford excellent refuge for 
enough birds for propogation when such a time comes that we may 
have a hunting season for them. 

Rainbow trout are now running in the Umatilla River but this 
season finds most of the sportsman engaged in other lines of sport 
and very little fishing has been done. 



By Warden James Stewart, Moro, Oregon. 

The fishing streams of Sherman County consist of the Columbia, 
John Day and Deschutes Rivers, which form the boundaries of this 
county on three sides. Besides these there are Buck Hollow, Pine 
Hollow and Grass Valley Creeks, each of which is from twenty to 
thirty miles in length. Although these are the principal streams, 
there are a number of smaller ones running into the John Day and 
Deschutes in which there are a considerable number of trout. Buck 
Hollow, Pine Hollow and Grass Valley creeks all carry a good deal of 
water at all seasons and were formerly fine fishing streams, but have 
been badly fished out — blasted out and netted out — for lack of pro- 
tection in the past. We hope, however, to be able to get some trout 
fry to stock both these creeks and the Descrutes River next season. 
We are also anxious to get some catfish to stock the lower part of 
the John Day, which is devoid of any kind of food fish of value, 
except a few salmon trout in the fall of the year, on their way to 
the spawning grounds on the upper reaches of the stream, and these 
cannot be caught with hook and line. 

This river forms the boundary line between Sherman and Gilliam 
counties and for the greater part of the year is so muddy and full 
of sediment that it would be hopeless to try to stock it with trout, 
although I believe that on the headwaters in Grant County, where the 
water is clear, trout would do well. 

The fishing streams of Gilliam County consist of the Columbia 
and the John Day Rivers, which form its northern and western 
boundaries, and the lower part of Williow Creek, Rock Creek, Hay 
Creek and Thirty Mile Creek and their tributaries. As each Of these 
streams is from thirty to forty or more miles in length and has 
numerous tributaries it will be seen that they are, or rather, have 
been fine fishing streams, but like the streams of Sherman County, 
are now badly fished out and need restocking. A great deal of the 
damage here to fishing has been caused by the irigating ditches, of 
which there are many, and few of which are screened. We expect, 
however, to have this matter attended to before next sason's irrigating 
starts, after which it will be in order to get the streams restocked 

The fishing streams of Wheeler County consist of the John Day 
River, Butter Creek, Pine Creek and Bridge Creek,, and their tribu- 
taries, of which there are many as these creeks head in the Blue 
Mountains and carry a good deal of water at all seasons. Besides 
these, there are numerous smaller and shorter creeks in this county, 
most of which also head in the mountains and empty into the John 
Day, which flows nearly through the county. Most of these streams 
have mountain trout in them. But here, as in Gilliam County, there 
are a large number of irrigating ditches, few of which are screened, 
so great numbers of fish are lost. We also hope to get this matter 
remedied and give the fish a chance so that in time, with adequate 
protection and some restocking there will be fine fishing in the streams 
of this county. 

I see by an article in the last issue of The Oregon Sportsman, 
written by Warden McKay, of Bend, that East Lake and Paulina 
Lake in his district were stocked in 1912 with Rainbow trout, and in 
June last trout were caught there that weighed 8% pounds. I also 
see by the same article that Eastern Brook trout were planted in the 


upper Deschutes River in 1913 and 1914, and that this last summer 
some were caught above Crane's Prairie that were over 16 inches in 
length. At this rate it should not take us long to solve the problem 
of the high cost of living, once we get our streams restocked and 
protected until the fish can get a start. Besides this, there is the 
sport of catching them without having to make a trip of from 50 to 
150 miles. 

We are now getting live rod and gun clubs organized all over 
these counties and the work is only beginning. These will assist 
greatly in enforcing the law for protection of both birds and fish, 
as it is quite impossible for a game warden to be everywhere at 
the same time. My idea is to show the people, and especially the 
owners of the land, that it is as much to their interest to protect the 
fish and game birds and animals as it is to take care of their live 
stock. Some of them look at it that way now, and others are fast 
getting the same idea. 

What we need most of all is a campaign of education along these 


I>3r Warden John Larson, Astoria, Oregon. 

Herewith a few facts pertaining to the wild game and wild fowl 
conditions of Clatsop County. 

During the years 1914 and 1915, Hon. William L. Finlay, State 
Biologist, collected and liberated in Clatsop County about four hundred 
China pheasants. The climatic conditions in this county seem to agree 
with Chinese pheasants and from my observations, and reports that 
have been made to me, they are doing exceedingly well. The citizens 
of this county are giving them the best protection they possibly can. 
Protection should be afforded these birds for at least two years to 
come and after that they should be plentiful in the county. 

At the opening of the hunting season, on the 1st of October of 
this year, ducks were plentiful in practically all parts of the county 
and particularly on the lakes and marshes, on Columbia Beach and 
on the various small streams between Astoria and the Columbia 
County line, and it was easily possible for anyone to obtain the limit 
during the early days of the season. The season as a whole has been 
a very successful one. There are some exceptionally fine spots for 
duck hunting in this county,, the most desirable places being, however, 
at small islands in the Columbia River, between Astoria and the 
Columbia County line, and the small lakes that dot the landscape 
between Warrenton and Seaside on what is know as Clatsop Plains. 

In the southern part of the county are several band of elk. There 
are also smaller bands scattered about in different parts of the 
county, one being a few miles south of Knappa and some being in 
the vicinity of Saddle Mountain. The county is fairly well supplied with 
deer which are more plentiful in the vicinity of Saddle Mountain 
and in the mountainous country off the Nehalem River. However, 
they may be found in other parts of the county than those herein- 
before named. Bear and beaver are plentiful, in some places the 
beaver are doing considerable damage to farms but as a general 
proposition they are in an uncultivated part of the country and do 
not interfer with farmers. 


The Sportsmen in this county have been exceptionally fair this 
year and have endeavored to protect the wild fowl and wild game in 
this county and have given considerable assistance to the officers whose 
duty it is to enforce the fish and game laws. We have had very 
little trouble in this county this year and do not anticipate but little 
as those who hunt are inclined to obey the law and make it their 
business to see that others do the same. Sportsmen are gradually 
learning that the protection of game and game birds is to their own 
interest, and that .killing birds or animals that are forbidden by law, 
only tends to diminish the supply, and that a continuation of the 
policy that has been pursued by some in the past, would in the end 
practically destroy hunting in Clatsop County, and it should be the 
duty of every sportsman to report any violation of the game laws 
either to the Deputy in his respective county or to the State Game 


By Warden J. M. Thomas, North Bend, Oregon. 

The deer season closed in Coos County with the majority of the 
sportsmen well satisfied with their luck. The most of them who 
had the time to spare got their limit with but very little trouble. 
Those not getting their three deer attribute the cause to the very 
dry weather during most of the open season. This writer is pleased 
to state to the readers of the Oregon Sportsman, however, that Coos 
County has plenty of deer left to insure good hunting for all who 
enjoy the sport in 1916. From general observation, I think I can 
safely say that the deer in Coos County are holding their own. 

Ducks have not been as plentiful as they were last year. I think 
the cause of this is that formerly we had our big flight of ducks 
from October 10th to the 25th, and usually we have a storm or a 
spell of bad weather about this date, and the ducks light on our bays 
and lakes to rest and if they are not molested for awhile become 
attached to the locality and stay. And why not? All good people, 
as well as ducks, that light on Coos Bay always stay. This year, 
all through October, it was very fine weather and the birds on their 
southern flight did not stop to become acquainted with us. Probably 
it is well they did not for if they had, John D. Goss and Harry Mc- 
Keown would likely have bagged the whole of the flight, and Attorney 
L. A. Liljeqvist would not have had a look in. 


By Warden M. S. Barnes, Lakeview, Oregon. 

Deer are on the increase in this section of the State. There 
seems to be more than usual this year. 

It is estimated that there are from two to five thousand antelope 
in the eastern part of Lake County. 

The duck shooting on the numerous lakes in this county has not 
been as good this season as formerly on account of the past dry 

Sage hen shooting was good during the open season, especially 
in the Hart Mountain country. 

Quail are increasing. They are to be found in nearly every 
canyon and come down into the valleys every time it snows. 




That Oregon is one of the chief fur-hearing states of the Union 
is shown by the statement that there has been 976 trapper-' licenses 

issued by the State Game Warden up to the 20th day of January, and 
the trapping season is just at its heighth. Fur-hearing animals, for 
Lch a license is required to trap, are the otter, mink, fisher, 
marten and musk rat. There are many other fur-hearing animals native 
to Oregon for which no license is required to take. 


Thomas Bashaw, of Richland, Baker County, is the oldest person 
in Oregon to obtain a license to trap the fur-bearing animals of the 
state. Mr. Bashaw is 83 years old. 


Deputy Game Warden J. H. Sykes, of Douglas County, reports 
bear as being quite plentiful in southern Douglas County. 


Charles Deckert, a trapper who resides near The Dalles, killed 
a white coyote recently which he obtained the bounty on from the 
county clerk of Wasco County. Mr. Deckert will have a rug made 
of the handsome fur. 


Everett Wells, who resides on the Trask River in Tillamook 
County, killed a pure white deer while hunting in that county last 
fall. The deer was a three-point buck and a very pretty animal. 

Two white deer were killed in Oregon during the past hunting 
season, one in Tillamook County and the other in Southern Oregon. 




During the month of November, 164 coyotes, 18 bobcats and one 
cougar were killed in Wasco County, for which the sum of $538 was 
paid out in bounty money. During December, in the same county, 
272 coyotes, 34 bobcats and one cougar were killed, for which $894 
was paid out in bounties. 

The records for the whole year show that there were 1484 coyotes, 
117 bobcats and two cougars killed in Wasco County. During the 
same year, $180.50 was paid out by the county clerk of Hood River 
County as wild animal bounty money. 


Deputy Game Warden C. W. Loughrey, of Seaside, Oregon, re- 
ports a peculiar case in his county wherein a wild mallard duck has 
seemingly changed his mode of life and become domesticated. One 
morning recently when Mr. Wm. McRoberts went out to let his tame 
ducks out of the pen one member of the flock became frightened 
and flew to the river, much to the surprise of Mr. McRoberts. In- 
vestigation disclosed that the duck was a wild mallard. Since that 
time the mallard returns every night and goes into the pen with the 
tame ducks and has become so tame that it won't fly away when 
Mr. McRoberts feeds the flock. 


Indians as protectors of wild game in Oregon is something new, 
yet Parsons Motanic and Phillip Jones, two of the best known and 
most reputable Indians on the Umatilla Indian Reservation, have 
received appointments from the State Game Warden's office as special 
deputy game wardens. 


More than 240 new game laws were enacted in the United States 
during 1915 — a larger number than during any previous year except 
1911. The largest number enacted in any one state was 61 in North 
Carolina. Several states, Oregon among them, added 10 or more 
new game laws to their statute books. 


Deputy Game Warden E. C. Hills, of Eugene, vouches for the 
truthfulness of the following fish story which he relates on Senator 
R. M. Veatch and son, H. H. Veatch, of Cottage Grove. While the 
Senator and his son were fishing in Sharp Creek, says Warden Hills, 
a fish 15 inches long swallowed the hook of the young man and not 
being satisfied also swallowed the hook attached to the line with 
which the Senator was fishing. Mr. Hills says "they both caught a 
fish, one fish and two hooks, or two hooks and one fish, all at the 
same time." 



For the first time in twelve years moose hunting is permitted in 
Wyoming, while in Maine the moose are to be protected for four 
years. This is the first absolutely close season on this specie of game 
animal in Maine for 35 years. 


Fourteen new game preserves were established during 1915 in 
different states, and three were established upon the national forests 
of California. These game refuges or preserves will not interfere 
with agricultural settlement or pursuits, for they are located mostly 
in remote regions or upon areas not suitable for anything else, and 
are in reality breeding places for game. 


The days of the hunting dog are numbered. There will, no doubt, 
be a movement started to wipe the hunting dog off the map. Farmers 
who have heretofore been driven to distraction by dogs running their 
stock will have an opportunity at the next election to vote against 
the nuisance. — Silverton Appeal. 


Five years ago three residents of Redfield, S. D., bought twelve 
Chinese pheasants and put them in a grove near that town, where 
they did well, and the following year a collection was taken up among 
the residents of Fedfield and some fifty-seven more birds were pur- 
chased and planted in the same place, and from the beginning of 
sixty-nine birds the number has grown until now it is estimated that 
there are not less than 20,000 of these birds in Spink County, the 
county in which Redfield is located. The birds have been seen almost 
to Aberdeen and nearly to Huron, forty miles either way from Red- 
field, and they have been encountered as far east as Doland and 
also fifteen miles west of Redfield. — American Field. 


An albino quail, its plumage as white as the snow that glistens 
on the mountains, was seen with a flock of 36 valley quail feeding 
upon wheat scattered under the bushes back of Fred Merrill's home 
on the south side of the river this morning, says the Grants Pass 
Observer. Mrs. Merrill has been putting out wheat for the quail in 
that neighborhood during the past few days of storm, and every day 
numbers of the little beauties have been accepting the charity. This 
morning with the three dozen was the white one, his every feather 
being as free from color as that of a dove, his crest feathers also 
being pure white. He mingled with his fellows, and the entire covey 
being gentle and unafraid, he was viewed at close range by Mrs. 



By George Fitch. 

Early in the spring the wild duck leaves the south for the summer 
resorts on Hudson's Bay and as he wings his way north, life is one 
long Fourth of July for him. What with dodging chilled shot and 
yawning gun muzzles, he rarely has a chance to enjoy the scenery for 
so much as a minute at a time. 

Duck hunting is a favorite athletic sport in America. The game 
of golf is supposed to have a firm grip on its victims, hut a golfer is 
fickle and uenthusiastic beside a duck hunter. When the weather gets 
nasty and the cold wind roars wickedly, a duck hunter will leave a 
cozy club corner, an evening with his financee, a winning hand at 
poker, a wheat squeeze in which he is the squeezer or a bulletin 
board of the world's championship series in order to be present at 
sunrise in a rice swamp waiting to be attacked by a wild duck. 

To enjoy duck hunting in its prime, the hunter must first select 
a day on which the Humane Society wouldn't allow a dog to be kept 
out of doors. He should then dress himself in canvas clothes, put 
on twenty-pound hip boots, put forty pounds of ammunition and a 
sandwich in his pockets, rent a leaky boat and row five miles in a 
gale, bailing out with his cap. Having done this, he should build a 
blind of weeds and lie in the mud until evening, smoking a pipe for 
warmth and occasionally breaking the ice around his legs. Many 
men can only afford one day of such bliss each year, but they look 
eagerly forward to it and will not accept any substitute, although they 
could soak themselves all night in a tub of ice-water in the back 
yard at far less expense. 

Because wild ducks are of a retiring disposition, and do not warm 
up to humans, it is often necessary, when assassinating them, to 
attract them by means of decoy ducks. Decoy ducks are made of 
rubber and are used to attract the real birds in the same way that 
prominent directors are used to attract investors in a stock company. 
When the wild duck has stopped to share the meal that the decoy 
duok has found, the hunter, who corresponds to the promoter, gets in 
his deadly work. 

The wild duck when roasted is so delicious that it pays to remove 
his feathers one by one after a long day's hunting. Duck hunters 
pay an average of $5 for every duck they shoot and usually give 
most of them to their friends. This makes a duck hunter second only 
to a theater treasurer in popularity and it is no trick at all for a 
good shot to get elected to the legislature. 


New Haven, Conn., Dec. 2, 1915. 
State Fish and Game Commission, 

Portland, Oregon. 
Gentlemen : 

I have been on the point of writing you for some little time and 
the receipt of the "Oregon Sportsman" this morning prompted me to 
act. I am very much pleased with the little publication, and I think 
it is very complete indeed, and if it is not too much trouble I would 
like to have you mail me another copy. 

Very sincerely yours, 






From Gold Beach Globe. 

A thrilling story of the escape from death of his eight year old 
daughter from a large cougar is related by Hathaway Jones who lies on 
a ranch near Marial, Oregon, in the following words : 

"I was working at a fence near the barn, and sent my little girl 
Myrtle, eight years old, across the field a few hundred yards to get 
the horses. On returning with the horses a large cougar or panther 
met her about midway of the field in the plowed ground and made a 
spring at her. The child jumped to one side and the large cat lit 
where she was standing. In her fright the girl screamed for help, 
which attracted the attention of my son Bill, who saw the animal 
make the jump, and told me a big animal jumped on Myrtle. I picked 
up the ax and run to her assistance but met her coming, loosing no 
time through the plowed ground. In the meantime the boy went to 
the house for the gun and my wife accompanied him back. After 
arming myself with the gun, and my wife with the ax, we advanced 
like the Germans on the allies. 

When we reached the place where the cougar was, Myrtle showed 
us where it had disappeared under some small fir trees. We went 
there and was looking for it, my wife saw a big lump in the leaves, 
she went to part some limbs to look farther into the brush when the 
big cat, which was lying about twelve feet away, made a spring at 
her. I was only about eight feet from my wife at the time ready to 
shoot instantly, and as the varmint made its spring at my wife I sent 
a bullet through its heart which was a timely shot as it fell within 
four feet of my wife as it was, notwithstandnig its fatal shot, the 
savage brute tried to spring at us the second time, but was hurt too 
bad. I have killed more than one hundred cougars covering an ex- 
perience in Curry of over 29 years and this one was the most savage 
one I have ever seen. This experience should be a warning to all 
neighbors and families living in the woods, least some of their 
children have a like experience with less fortunate results. 

Thousands of Birds Were Fed in This Manner During the Recent Snow. 



A careful study of this picture will avoid many 
accidents during the open deer season. 

Read the poem on the opposite page. 



A hunter popped a partridge on a hill, 
It made a great to-do and then was still; 
It seems (when later on his bag he spied) 
It was — the guide. 

One shot a squirrel in a near by wood — 
A pretty shot, off-hand, from where he stood; 
It wore, they said, a shooting hat of brown, 
And lived in town. 

And one dispatched a rabbit for his haul 
That later proved to measure six feet tall, 
And lest you think think I'm handing you a myth, 
Its name was Smith. 

Another nimrod slew the champion fox, 
He glimpsed him lurking in among rocks; 
One rapid shot! It never spoke nor moved — 
The inquest proved. 

A "cautious" man espied a gleam of brown; 
Was it a deer — or Jones (a friend from town) ? 
But while he pondered by the river's rim, 
Jones potted him. 

— Technical World. 

Six Men Were Killed and Ten Seriously Injured During 1915. 

Statistics collected through the office of the State Game Warden 
disclose the deplorable fact that six men were killed during the year 
1915 while hunting in Oregon. Three of the six men were mistaken 
for deer, and two were killed through the accidental discharge of their 
own weapons. One hunter shot at a grouse and hit another hunter, 
who was out of sight behind a clump of bushes. 

A total of ten non-fatal shooting accidents occurred during the 
same period. Three of the hunters meeting with non-fatal accidents 
were mistaken for deer, one for a bear, and two were shot while hunt- 
ing birds. 


Frederick Layton, of North Albany, Benton County, was killed at 
Alder Creek on August 25. At the coroner's inquest it was brought out 
that the bullet with which he was shot was of a different size from 
the ones he used in his rifle. His slayer is unknown. 


J. L. Meyers, of Grants Pass, Oregon, was killed at Cow Creek 
October 20, having been mistaken for a deer by James Manuel, of 
Grants Pass. 

Robert Melis, of Mist, Oregon, was killed on October 11. Adolph 
Melis, the deceased man's father shot him, mistaking him for a deer. 
The accident occurred on their own farm. 

Albin Floss, of Ardenwald station, at Willsburg, was killed by the 
accidental discharge of his own gun. 

Harry Frey, of Lake Creek, Jackson County, Oregon, was killed 
September 5 on Little Butte Creek. Frey accidentally shot himself 
in the leg below the knee, and died one-half mile from his own home 
from loss of blood. 

John Hornung, of Goshen, Lane County, was killed September 24 
on the Siuslaw. John Johnson, of Goshen, shot at a grouse and the 
bullet went on through the brush, striking Hornung. 


Edward Berry, of Yamhill County, was mistaken for a deer on 
August 15 by John Moulett and shot in the head with a shotgun. He 
was not fatally wounded. 

A. R. Barnett was shot in the foot by the accidental discharge of a 
rifle in the hands of his son, Clare, on October 17, at The Meadows, 
25 miles south of The Dalles. 

Dud Kunz accidentally discharged his shotgun on October 27, and 
shot Bert Edwards in the head. This happened near Salem. Edwards 
will recover. 

Andrew Petterson, of Bay City, was taken for a bear and shot in 
the hip by Charley Morgan, inflicting only a light flesh wound. They 
were hunting together when the accident occurred. 

T. R. Simmons, while hunting at Loalla, Douglas County, was taken 
for a deer by Joe Wilson and was shot in the left shoulder, on Septem- 
ber 22. Simmons recovered. 

William Dysert was shot in the right arm above the elbow by 
Charley Dysert, his son, while they were hunting at the head of the 
Coos River in Douglas County. This happened on October 4. 

Ernest Hoffmeister was accidentally shot in the arm by his v 
brother while they were hunting birds near Eagle Creek, on August 2. 
The arm was amputated. 

John W. Gates, of Portland, fell and discharged his gun, losing all 
the fingers of his right hand, on August 26. This happened in Douglas 

Loren Davis, a deputy sheriff in Lane County, was accidentally 
shot while pheasant hunting, but has recovered. 

W. E. Blake, 401 North Twenty-fourth street, Portland, was shot 
on Thanksgiving Day, November 25th, on Sauvies Island, near Portland, 
by Carl Everest. In unloading a shotgun it was accidentally dis- 
charged, the whole charge of shot going through the right leg just 
below the knee. 



F. M. Brown, chief clerk of the State Game Department, gives 
to the sportsmen of Oregon a few timely "Don'ts" that should be 
"pasted in tht mind" of every huntsman and angler, as follows: 

Don't guess the law. Get a copy at the State Game Warden's 

Don't hunt or angle for anything which the law protects by an 
absolute closed season. 

Don't violate any of the game and fish laws and then blame the 
officer who arrested you for doing it. Be a sportsman. 

Don't try to inform any one what the law is unless you know. 

Don't hunt or angle without first securing a license to do so. 

Don't hunt with a dog or gun upon the cultivated or enclosed land, 
or the occupied unenclosed land of another, without first obtaining 
permission from the owner, occupant or agent thereof. You will 
violate the trespass law if you do. 

Don't take any non-game bird for scientific or educational pur- 
poses without securing a permit to do so from the State Game 

Don't shoot from a public road or highway. 

Don't kill song and insectivarous birds at any time. 

Don't hunt ducks from boats propelled by mechanical power. 

Don't forget that one of the objects of The Sportsman is to inspire 
the citizens of Oregon to use their efforts toward promoting the con- 
servation of the wild life of the state. 

Don't forget to lend the State Game Department every assistance 
possible in the effort to propagate and preserve the wild life of 
Oregon. Let us take only what the law allows, that the next gener- 
ation may enjoy the same pleasures that the fields, forests and 
streams of our glorious state now afford us. 

Don't forget that the courts have held that wild game is the 
property of the people, and can be hunted, killed, possessed and dis- 
posed of only as the people direct. It is well to bear this fact in mind 
always, especially when you meet a game warden, charged with the 
enforcement of the edict of the people. Treat the warden with the 
courtesy and respect which his official position entitles him to 
receive at the hands of all law-abiding citizens. 

Don't forget that it will be through the tireless efforts of the 
authorities in chargt of fish propagation that the Oregon sportsmen 
of the future will enjoy the wonderful sport of angling for the trout 
abounding in every mountain stream in the state. 

Don't forget that the "Closed Season" laws are the most import- 
ant of all. They are aimed to protect wild birds, animals and fishes 
during and after the breeding season. 

Don't forget that the "Limit Laws" curb the thoughtless and 
selfish and guarantee the decent hunter and fisherman his share in 
the sport and its product. 

Don't forget that the State Game Department is entirely self- 
supporting, receiving its annual revenues for maintenance from the 
sale of hunting, trapping and angling licenses. Not one penny of the 
money of the taxpayers of the state is diverted to the work of pro- 
tection and propagation of the wild game and fish of the state. 


Don't forget that no person within the State of Oregon under 14 
years of age shall be issued a hunting license or be permitted to hunt 
with a gun on lands other than his own or those of a parent, relative 
or guardian. 

Don't forget that all hunting or angling licenses are subject to the 
inspection of any game warden or other officer of the State of Oregon 
charged with the enforcement of the game and fish laws of the state, 
or the owner, or his agent or representative, of real property upon 
which the holder of such license may be hunting or angling. 

Don't trap or attempt to trap any of the fur-bearing animals of the 
state without first having obtained a license from the State Game 

Don't hunt or kill migratory birds before sunrise or after sunset. 
If you do you will violate the Federal law. 

Don't keep in possession, alive or dead, any game bird or game 
animal during the closed season without a permit to do so from the 
State Fish and Game Commission. 

Don't kill more than three male deer during the open season. 

Don't kill female deer at any time. 

Don't kill a fawn with a spotted coat. 

Don't have trout in your possession during the open season less 
than six inches in length. 

Don't forget that the use of dogs is prohibited in hunting, pur- 
suing or killing any of the game animals of the State of Oregon. 

Don't forget that no person shall within the State of Oregon 
at any time between one-half hour after sunset and one-half hour 
before sunrise hunt or catch any of the game birds, game animals 
or game fish of the state. 

Don't forget that no shotgun larger than a 10-gauge shall be used 
in hunting game. 

Don't forget that it is unlawful at any time for any person to 
hunt or kill any game birds or game animals within the corporate 
limits of any city, town or public park. 

Don't forget that any person in the State of Oregon, convicted of 
violating any of the laws for the protection of any of the wild game 
animals, game birds, or game fish, shall forfeit his hunting and 
angling licenses in addition to penalties otherwise provided, and shall 
be dened the privilege of hunting and angling for any of the game 
animals, game birds or game fish of the state for the balance of the 
calendar year in which the offense was committed. 


By A. E. Hildreth, Butte Falls, Oregon. 

'Twas August, if I don't miscalculate, 
That something happened which I'll now relate; 
That is to say, I'll tell you how one day 
Two splendid bucks I ruthlessly did slay. 

I'd traveled through the woods two hours or more: 
The day was hot, my feet were tired and sore. 
So, when I came upon some open ground, 
I sat down on a rock and looked around. 


And while I sat there cooling in the shade, 
And gazing on the beauties God had made, 
Three squirrels frisked and played among the trees, 
Their long tails swaying in the gentle breeze. 

Now, sqirrels, thought I, by some are counted game, 

But not the size or kind for which I came; 

So I will now resume my stealthy tread, 

And look for deer, both sides, and straight ahead. 

Then suddenly, far off upon my right, 

I heard a sound, though nothing was in sight. 

But, as upon my feet I quickly stood, 

Two noble deer came bounding through the wood. 

I watched them coming nearer leap by leap, 
And felt the ague chills all o'er me creep; 
For, while I hoped that I might get a shot, 
I had a dreadful fear that I would not. 

Then in a patch of brush they passed from sight. 
Would they come through? Or. turning to the right, 
Run down the gulch and leave me standing there 
To breathe my sorrow on the summer air. 

A moment passed, and I could hear the sound 
Of their sharp hoofs upon the rocky ground. 
Then suddenly, and to my great delight, 
They once again were well within my sight. 

Controlling now my nerves as best I could, 
With rifle raised, scarce breathing there I stood, 
And while I sighted with an eager eye, 
No instinct warned them of a danger nigh. 

The rifle spoke; at once the larger fell. 
The other bounded forward, ran like — well, 
Perhaps you know how fast a deer can run 
When startled by the sharp voice of a gun. 

A few quick leaps, again the rifle spoke; 

The shot was bad, although a leg it broke. 

He wheeled and started back, half crazed with pain; 

Another shot, and this one, too, was slain. 

Four points had one, while three the other bore, 
And each upon his antlers velvet wore; 
And as they lay upon the mountain side 
I felt my being thrill with hunter's pride. 

For thus 'tis man's delight to hunt and kill 
A handsome, timid beast that does no ill. 
The antlers I retained, and have them yet, 
Though I recall the killing with regret. 

Yet when the hunting season comes again, 
I know from hunting deer I can't refrain; 
And should I have what hunters all call luck, 
I'll shoot another noble antlered buck. 



By Warden I. B. Hazeltine, Baker, Oregon. 

I remember having attended a meeting of the sportsmen of 
Eastern Oregon held in a neighboring town some two years ago. The 
State Game Warden, one or two of the Commissioners and Master 
Fish Warden were also in attendance. The usual banquet followed 
the convention, and when the calls for responses included some of the 
deputy wardens I began to have all the symptoms of "stage fright," 
as I had often heard it described, contraction of the organs of the chest 
and throat, violent trembling and an anticipated weakness of the knees 
every time the toastmaster arose with list in hand to announce a new 
victim, thinking that I would surely be called on next. But as time 
advanced to a late hour and I had not been discovered apparently, 1 
somewhat regained my composure, tipped my chair back against the 
wall and began to enjoy one of the really excellent cigars supplied 
for the occasion by the committee in charge. About this time, how- 
ever, my suspicions were again aroused by the preliminary words 
of the toastmaster, who was saying "that they had with them a man 
from a faraway section of Eastern Oregon, a country they knew little 
about, etc., etc.," and, horrors upon horrors! I had been called upon at 
last to tell some one hundred and fifty strangers all about Grant 
County, my territory at that time. I hope that some of you have had 
similar experience that you may the more fully appreciate and sym- 
pathize with me in my predicament at that moment. There was my 
natural fear of speaking in public, and this was magnified many fold 
by the fact that I was not very well acquainted with my superior 
officers in a personal way at that time, and wanted to make a good 
impression on them. I finally managed to rise, by the aid of table and 
chair, and after having quite an argument with my heart to induce it 
to stay below my organ of speech, I managed to utter some kind of 
vocal sound, but if it took the form of words I am unable to recall the 
fact. They were a decent bunch of fellows, though as all true sports- 
men always are, and gave me just as much applause as though I had 
really made an eloquent address. 

I remember, though, that it impressed me at the time as prepos- 
terous that all sportsmen should not have heard all about Grant 
County and just what a great game country it really is. It speaks 
well, though for the balance of the state, as far as the game interests 
are concerned, in that the sportsmen do not have to leave their own 
dooryards to find game plentiful, and therefore have had no occasion 
to explore other sections of the country. 

Grant County has a total of some several hundred miles of trout 
waters, in which good catches can be made at all times. She has also 
several beautiful mountain lakes, nestling among the rough crags 
of her beautiful scenic hills, which are inhabited by all members of 
the trout family common in the West. Her great mountainous area 
abounds with big game, deer, bear and elk being found plentiful. Of 
the upland birds, Blue and Ruffed Grouse are the most plentiful of the 
specie on which there is open season, but the Mountain Quail intro- 
duced there a comparatively few years ago now, in my opinion, out- 
number all other game birds. This is an example of co-operative 
protection, as a farmer in that section would almost murder you if he 
caught you killing one of these little game birds. The climatic con- 
ditions, compared to any other mountainous region, are ideal, and 
one going there in the summer season, either for game, recreation 
or both, will certainly not regret it. The farming area of this county 
is not as large as that of neighboring counties, and this fact therefore 
makes it one of the most important game sections in Eastern Oregon. 


Baker County, while she has not the area of some of the other 
counties in this part of the state, is very important from a game 
standpoint also. Of the upland birds the Sagehen is by far the most 
numerous, but numberless others may be listed also. Among them are 
tho Blue, Ruffed, Columbia Sharp-tail and Franklin Grouse, the two 
latter species, of course, not being as plentiful as in former years and. 
in fact, I think the Franklin specie is rarely found now. The quail 
here, as in Grant County, are becoming very numerous indeed, on 
account of the protection afforded them by the people in general, and 
in very few years will undoubtedly outnumber all the others. The 
Chinese Pheasant, which was only recently introduced here, seems to 
be doing exceedingly well and will no doubt in a very short time take 
the place of some of the native specie of game birds, which are becom- 
ing so few, and which it will be impossible to propagate in captivity, 
owing to their wilder nature. On the higher hills are to be found big 
game in plenty — deer, bear and elk, also fur-bearing animals of all the 
different species common to the Northwest territory, I believe. The 
climatic conditions are identical with Grant County and the camper 
may select any altitude from three to ten thousand feet. 

She has one feature that probably few sections can boast of, and 
that is in having a group of some half dozen lakes of good size within 
a few minutes' travel of each other, and all of which contain trout 
in great numbers of the different species. These lakes are surrounded 
by the most beautiful mountains imaginable, and are at an altitude of 
possibly an average of six thousand feet. They are somewhat inacces- 
sible now, owing to the fact that there is no road in there, the only 
means of reaching them at present being over a trail which is some- 
what rough in character. As these bodies of water are situated only a 
few hours from Baker, a city boasting of nearly ten thousand inhabi- 
tants, the majority of whom are lovers of outdoor recreation, a move- 
ment has been started which will eventually result in the construction 
of a good road which will be a great boon to the office men, 
in that they will be able to make this trip in a day by auto, and spend 
most of the day at that in angling; heretofore they have had to forego 
the pleasure of this trip on account of the time consumed in getting in 

Many streams teeming with trout are to be found in the mountain 
ranges bordering the extreme eastern and western sections of the 
county, and here also is to be found some of the most magnificent 
and wonderful mountain scenery, the beauties of which it would be 
useless to describe, only that it is of the class that makes the mortal, 
who may have the good luck to view it, feel just how small and 
insignificant he really is after all. I happened to be in the eastern 
part of the county during the last "Indian Summer" and was standing 
somewhat above the floor of a rugged granite canon. In looking up 
this canon a short distance there was a small basin; it was in the 
afternoon and the sun was nearly down, and owing to the haze the 
distance effect gained rapidly; this caused the little basin to have the 
appearance of a gigantic stage set for an outdoor scene, the contour 
of the ridges of the little side canons being sharply defined and repre- 
senting the wings, and in looking upon it I wondered what tragedy or 
otherwise might have been enacted there in reality by the peoples of 
long ago. 

Please excuse my poor attempt at description, but I want to 
impress upon you the fact that we have natural wonders right at hand 
that would back up the slogan of "See Oregon First." We have the 
scenery, climate and also the game. Why go elsewhere? 




18 East 41st St., New York City, New York, Nov. 20, 1915. 

Hon. Carl D. Shoemaker, 

State Game Warden, State of Oregon, 

Portland, Oregon. 
Dear Sir: 

I am in receipt of the "Oregon Sportsman" for October, 1915, and 
if agreeable to you, I would be very much pleased if you will put my 
name on your permanent mailing list to receive this publication reg- 

I want to congratulate you on the excellent character of this 
publication, and remain, 

Yours truly, 


Brownsville, Ore., Nov. 11. — (Editors Oregon Sportsman.) — Am 
just in receipt of copy of Sportsman and think it is a great improve- 
ment over any published heretofore. It will certainly interest the 
sportsmen at large more, partly because of the communications from 
all parts of the state. Am glad to see the improvement. 

Secretary Brownsville Rod and Gun Club. 

Waldport, Ore., Dec. 8. — I am very much pleased with the Sports- 
man and consider it ought to be in the den of every sportsman in the 
state. Wishing it all kinds of prosperity, I am, 

Yours very truly, 


2919 So. Dakota Ave., Washington, D. C. 
Mr. Wm. L. Finley, 

Editor Oregon Sportsman, Portland, Oregon. 

Dear Sir: 

A few days ago I wrote you that I had not been receiving the 
Oregon Sportsman. At that time I was under the impression that the 
publication was issued monthly. Upon my receipt yesterday of the 
third quarter issue, I discovered my error. 

Permit me to congratulate you upon this very interesting little 
magazine. Very sincerely yours, 



Trout Propagation and Distribution Game Protection Fund. 
Disbursements from January 1, 1915, to December 31, 1915. 

Superintendent of Hatcheries, Salary, Traveling 

Expenses and Office Expense $1,412.62 

Bonneville 7,505.35 

Bonneville Cold Storage Plant 102.85 

McKenzie River 1,561.99 

Sandy River 373.62 

Tillamook River 6.06 

Siuslaw River 321.26 

Spencer Creek 2,280.47 

Crescent, O'Dell & Davis 1,073.59 

Olive Lake 406.65 

Cultas Lake 678.30 

Triangle Lake 80.02 

Lakeview 41.60 

Yaquina 427.00 

Bailey Creek 15.66 

Gales Creek Hatchery 620.10 

Gales Creek Feeding Ponds 580.31 

South Coos 117.87 

Sprague River 611.16 

Drews Creek 608.69 

Dry Creek 277.51 

Honey Creek 87.12 

Gold Creek 17.50 

Eagle Creek 927.46 

Crane Creek 269.71 

Applegate 774.25 

Bend 663.21 

Bull Run 358.00 

La Grande 38.40 

Willamette 1,171.23 

Santiam 141.39 

Umpqua 5.67 

Seining Bass 584.06 

Reed College Experimental .34 

Pish Car, Salary and Expenses 4,155.55 

Trout Eggs Purchased 1,442.43 $29,739.00 

Upper Rogue River (U. S. Government) $1,022.06 

Clackamas (U. S. Government) 384.76 $ 1,406.82 





Bonneville $1,569.15 

Bonneville Cold Storage Plant 3,477.58 

McKenzie River 738.96 

Sandy River 5.00 

Spencer Creek 623.74 

Crescent, O'Dell & Davis 7.69 

Cultas Lake 26.50 

Gales Creek Feeding Ponds 123.37 

Sprague River 863.82 

Drews Creek 473.45 

Dry Creek • 333.54 

Honey Creek 208.63 

Eagle Creek 770.04 

Crane Creek 512.48 

Bend 939.87 

Bull Run 182.44 

La Grande 21.35 

Seining Bass 19.52 



Baker County 166,360 

Benton County 73,062 

Coos County 265,985 

Clackamas County 1,168,334 

Clatsop County 387,744 

Columbia County 23,240 

Crook County 258,950 

Douglas County 124,519 

Grant County 52,850 

Hood River County 141,700 

Jackson County. ; 43,250 

Josephine County 38,400 

Klamath County 706,895 

Lake County 306,985 

Lane County 1,260,8: 

Linn County 100,5< 

Lincoln County 55, 2J 

Marion County 141,51 

Morrow County 88, 0( 

Multnomah County 68,3? 

Polk County 24,1; 

Tillamook County 221,9^ 

Umatilla County 157,4J 

Union County 292,04 

Wallowa County 300,5c 

Wasco County 75,0( 

Washington County 522,2? 

Yamhill County 28,0( 

Total 7,094,26 


State hatcheries 7,094,26 

(We have not yet received figures showing fish liberated 
through co-operation of United States Bureau of Fish- 

Black Bass released in streams and lakes 103,20 

Crappies and Catfish recovered from landlocked sloughs.... 15,00 
Early Chinook Salmon liberated at the request of Multnomah 

Anglers' Club 352,00 

Total '. 7,564,46 


Violations of Game and Fish Laws. 
December 1, 1914, to November 30, 1915. 

Number Fines 

Offense Arrests Imposed 

Hunting without license 22 $ 460.00 

Deer, closed season, killing or possession 32 2,670.00 

Female deer, spotted fawns, killing or possession... 6 150.00 

Running deer with dogs 11 290.00 

Deer meat, dried, in possession unlawfully 6 275.00 

Deer skins in possession unlawfully 3 50.00 

Deer, in possession without being tagged 3 75.00 

Elk, killing or possession ' 1 50.00 

Beaver, trapping unlawfully 1 50.00 

Chinese pheasants, closed season, killing or possession 31 495.00 

Ducks, closed season, killing or possession 13 260.00 

Quail, closed season, killing or possession 4 100.00 

Grouse, closed season, killing or possession 4 100.00 

Pigeons, closed season, killing or possession 1 25.00 

Swan, killing or possession 1 25.00 

Selling wild ducks 2 35.00 

Angling without license 32 760.00 

Selling trout and other game fish 10 235.00 

Catching trout under size 6 1 00.00 

Illegal fishing for game fish 9 100.00 

Catching more than 75 trout in one day 1 25.00 

Putting sawdust in streams 6 175.00 

Non-Game birds, killing, destroying nests, etc 6 125.00 

Shooting from public highway 8 175.00 

Hunting within city limits 3 25.00 

Hunting on game refuges 17 254.00 

Resisting an officer 1 50.00 

Violating alien gun law 3 70.00 

Hunting before sunrise and after sunset 17 275.00 

Total violations 260 $7,199.00 



Arrests, Convictions, Etc., by Counties. 

December 1, 1914, to November 30, 1915. 

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Baker 9 ■ 4 

Benton 6 6 

Clackamas 14 12 

Clatsop 7 7 

Columbia "... 8 5 

Coos 23 22 


Curry 13 13 

Douglas 13 13 

Gilliam 1 1 

Grant 8 7 

Harney 1 1 

Hood River 

Jackson 5 5 

Josephine 1 1 

Klamath 5 3 


Lane 4 3 

Lincoln 9 8 



Marion 19 18 


Multnomah 55 47 

Polk 17 13 


Tillamook 4 4 

Umatilla 15 12 

Union 22 17 


Wasco 1 1 

Washington 19 17 


Yamhill 10 9 






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December 1, 1914, to November 30, 1915. 

Game Protection Fund. 


Balance on hand December 1, 1914 $ 31,787.45 

Anglers' and hunters' licenses $106,680.25 

Trappers' licenses 738.00 

Taxidermist licenses 96.00 

Alien gun licenses 175.00 

Private trout hatchery licenses 4.00 

Scientific purpose licenses 4.00 

Sale of metal game tags 183.72 

Redeemed confiscated guns 117.30 

Fines collected 1,592.79 

Trustee fund 500.00 

Oregon Sportsman subscriptions 153.95 

Sale of Pheasant Farming Book 90.35 

State Game Farm 1,053.97 

Sale of horse 30.00 

Total $111,419.33 



State Game Warden salary $ 2,400.00 

State Game Warden expenses 720.80 

State Game Warden office salaries 4,126.25 

State Game Warden office expenses 4,207.81 

Deputy Game Wardens' salaries 29,791.41 

Deputy Game Wardens' expenses 12,978.61 

Special Deputy Game Wardens' expenses 2,275.24 

Special Deputy Game Wardens' salaries 706.99 

Printing anglers' and hunters' licenses 1,453.88 

Bounties on predatory animals 3,426.00 

Fishways and screens 792.49 

Commissioners' salaries 312.50 

Commissioners' expenses 708.89 

Superintendent of Hatcheries 1,412.62 

Trout propagation — operation expenses 28,746.56 

Trout propagation — construction expenses 10,897.13 

State Biologist salaries 3,232.00 

State Biologist expenses . . . • 4,678.14 

State Game Farm expenses 9,664.44 

Miscellaneous expenses 4,039.30 

Total $126,571.06 $126,571.00 

Balance on hand November 30, 1915 $ 16,635.72 



NOTE — The receipts for the six months ending November 30, 19] 
are $9959.87 less than the same period of 1914. This is account 
for in part by the five per cent retained by the County Clerks for c< 
lecting game license. Also by the fifty per cent of all fines whii 
formerly went into the Game Protection Fund and are now retaim 
by the various counties. 

The disbursements are $4849.65 more than for the same peril 
of 1914. This is accounted for in part as follows: 

Bills contracted for prior to June 1, 1915 $ 820. 

Hubbard Estate, allowed by Legislature in February, 1915 3000. 

Cold storage plant at Bonneville 3477. 

Total $7298. 



Hon. James Withycombe, Governor and Chairman Salem 

Son. I. N. Fleischner Portland 

Hon. Marion Jack Pendleton 

3on. J. F. Stone Klamath Falls 

3on. Frank M. Warren Portland 

Jeorge Palmer Putnam Secretary 

L L. Kelly Master Fish Warden 

3arl D. Shoemaker State Game Warden 

I. E. Clanton Superintendent of Hatcheries 

TVilliam L. Finley State Biologist 

)ffice of the Commission 533-36 Pittock Block, Portland 


j. C. Applegate Gold Hill 

'ohn F. Adams Agness 

Villiam Brown St. Helens 

1. S. Barnes Lakeview 

). C. Bryan Corvallis 

toy Bremmer Salem 

L H. Clark Portland 

as. H. Driscoll Ashland 

V. G. Emery Newport 

. B. Hazeltine Baker 

V. o. Hadley .The Dalles 

B. C. Hills Eugene 

j. L. Jewell Grants Pass 

\. W. Loughrey Seaside 

ohn Larsen Astoria 

Robert H. Young. 

G. E. Leach Tillamooli 

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Washington Game Laws 90 

Duck Shooting on the Columbia 94 

Notable Birds of McKenzie Bridge 96 

Interesting Points of Curry County 99 

National Rifle Association of America 100 

Deer Hunt in Hood River County 101 

Angling in the Flowery Kingdom 105 

Practical Game Conservation 107 

Don't Eat the Nest Egg 109 

Bear Hunt Near Dolph 110 

Cougar Hunt in Josephine County 112 

Hunting Wild Cats in Linn County 115 

Geo. Trosper, "Tru Blu" Sportsman 116 

Saving the Trout at Bonneville 117 

The Llewellin Setter 120 

Finley Pictures in the East 121 

Oregon Birds 122 

Chinese Pheasants Liberated 128 

Bob White Quail Liberated 131 

California Valley Quail Liberated 133 

Mountain Quail Liberated 134 

Wasco County Notes 135 

Hood River County Notes 135 

Can You Beat It? 136 

It Pays to Subscribe for The Sportsman 136 

Good News 136 

Grant and Baker County Notes 137 

Sherwood Gun Club Notes 138 

Farmers Interested in Game Protection 139 

Benton County Notes 140 

Tillamook County Notes 141 

Yamhill County Notes 142 

Unlawful to Use Salmon Spawn 143 

Wallowa County Notes 144 

Columbia County Notes 145 

Clackamas County Notes 147 

Alsea Conditions Good 149 

Old Oregonian 149 

Plenty of Game This Year 150 

Clatsop County Notes 151 

Umatilla County Notes 152 

Pilot Rock District 153 

Jackson County Warden's Experience 153 

Washington County Notes 154 

Why Are Mountain Quail Getting Scarce? 155 

Bounties Paid in Harney County 155 

Copies of Sportsman Wanted 156 

Deputy Game and Fish Wardens, List of 158 

The Oregon Sportsman 

Volume Four April, 1916 Number Two 

Published by authority of the Oregon Fish and Game Commission 
from its offices, Oregon Building, Portland, Oregon. 


Carl D. Shoemaker State Game "Warden 

Wm. . L. Finley. . . % State Biologist 

George Palmer Putnam Secretary to the Commission 

All material for publication should be sent to the Oregon Sports- 
man, Portland, Oregon. 



Each year more people are attracted by the enjoy- 
ment of outdoor life in Oregon. This applies to the peo- 
ple who live in this State, and especially to those who 
come from other places to spend a part of the year in 
Oregon. On account of European conditions at the 
present time, more of the American people will see 
America this year than ever before. The Pacific Coast 
will have a greater tourist travel this year than in any 
previous year. An effort is being made by the Oregon 
Fish and Game Commission to make this state one of the 
greatest outdoor states in the Union. There are certain 
definite reasons why this should be accomplished. 

In Oregon we have a great public domain that will 
never be open to settlement. This comprises thirteen 
million acres in the Federal Forest Reservations. It is 


a great body of land that is not subject to state tax, 
although the state derives thirty-five per cent of the rev- 
enues from grazing, timber and other sources, collected 
by the National Government. In addition to the Forest 
Reservations there are approximately twenty-five mil- 
lion acres covered with heavy timber which is not used 
for agricultural purposes. 

It is very important to every citizen in the State that 
this extensive territory within our borders should be util- 
ized in every way possible. It is essential that the out- 
door resources of Oregon be developed. Maine has esti- 
mated that her game resources are worth twenty mil- 
lion dollars annually. California values her game re- 
sources nearly as high. California has also capitalized 
her climate to the extent of millions of dollars. Neither 
one of these states has a better opportunity than Oregon 
to become famous for fishing and hunting. No place in 
the world has such a lure for the angler as the Willamette 
River, as this is the place where the Royal Chinook Sal- 
mon are taken with rod and line. Every year thousands 
of sportsmen from the Eastern states make long trips 
into the mountains and forests for the recreation of 
angling and hunting. If angling for Chinooks in the 
Willamette and fishing for Rainbows in the Rogue and 
McKenzie, the Deschutes and the Umpqua, and other 
streams, were as well known in New York, Massachu- 
setts, Pennsylvania and other states as it is known here 
in Oregon, the migration of the tourist sportsmen to 
Oregon would tax our railroads to the limit and fill our 
hotels to overflowing. 

It is a surprising thing that our own citizens are not 
really yet awake to the great possibilities of developing 


our outdoor resources in Oregon. Our thirty-eight mil- 
lion acres of forests contain the finest mountain streams 
and the most beautiful lakes. Our magnificent scenery 
has been practically hidden up to the present time. The 
gorge of the Columbia has just been opened to the eyes 
of the world. The beauties of our snow-capped moun- 
tains and the wonders of Crater Lake are comparatively 
unknown. Our great forest areas, which are the recrea- 
tion grounds for our people, have scarcely been pene- 
trated at all. The efforts of the Fish and Game Com- 
mission has been to carry on an educational campaign to 
use these great undeveloped resources and make them 
a profit to our citizens. 

It is a well-known fact that the tourist sportsman 
spends a large amount of money in railroad and stage 
fare. He lives not only at the best hotels, but at the farm 
houses. He employs guides and hires horses and pur- 
chases equipment, supplies and many other items. The 
money he spends goes directly into the pockets of our 
citizens. Fishing and hunting therefore becomes an im- 
portant business proposition to the farmer, the fruit 
grower and the timberman, as well as every land-owner 
in the State. It is a well-known fact that when a tourist 
comes across the continent to view the wonderful scenery 
in Oregon, to hunt Chinese Pheasants in the Willamette 
Valley, to angle for Chinooks in the Willamette or for 
Rainbows in the McKenzie, Deschutes or the Rogue, he 
goes away fully satisfied. He goes away to tell his friends 
and to come back again. As a rule, he not only has 
money to spend, but money to invest. Therefore, all 
loyal Oregonians should not only commend, but actively 
assist in this great work of really developing Oregon's 
outdoor resources. 



In many respects the past winter was the most severe 
ever experienced by the birds and game of our state. 
The heavy snows and the intense colds following them 
made the sportsmen throughout the state feel that a 
great many of the birds and deer would perish. And 
they would have done so had it not been for the splendid 
service rendered by the good citizens of Oregon. Every- 
where the people came to the rescue and fed the birds. 
Back in the hills settlers permitted the deer to feed with 
their stock. The result is that instead of the wild animal 
and bird life of Oregon being greatly diminished on ac- 
count of the severity of the weather it has been saved. 
Very few birds perished and only a few deer are reported 
as having died as a direct result of the heavy snows. Re- 
ports coming from all sections of the state to the Game 
Warden indicate that the Chinese Pheasants will be 
plentiful this fall. Similar reports are to the effect that 
the deer are more numerous than last year. Sportsmen 
know that the deer shooting last season was the best in 
many years with the exception of certain portions of 
Eastern Oregon. 

The State Game department feels that it owes a debt 
of gratitude to the good people of Oregon who assisted 
so nobly in the work of feeding and caring for the wild 
game during the past winter. It will try to compensate 
them by an even more faithful service and co-operation 
this coming season. 


Game protection sentiment is growing. It is taking 
hold of every community. Old violators are falling into 


line. The younger sportsmen are boosting for it. The 
children are being educated to it. 


Because everyone knows that the sport of hunting and 
angling would soon become a myth without it. Any in- 
telligent person who will ponder seriously for ten min- 
utes on the subject will become a convert to game protec- 
tion for the simple reason that he does not want the 
game to become exterminated. 

The absence of game protection sentiment would 
mean in a few years the absence of game. This thought 
has sunk deep into the minds of sportsmen and because 
of it there have sprung up over a hundred game pro- 
tective associations throughout Oregon. 

Let the good work go on ! 


In our January number we said that we were striving 
for 5000 subscribers for the April issue of The Sports- 
man. This has been accomplished and, what is more, 
The Sportsman is now entered as second-class matter 
at the Portland Postoffice. It costs less to mail the 5000 
now than it formerly cost to mail the few hundred. 

We now aim to get 5000 more subscribers by January, 
1917. We want to publish and mail ten thousand copies 
of that issue. We can do it if you will help. If you like 
The Sportsman mail it to some friend who is not now a 
subscriber. It costs but a quarter a year and affords you 
a hundred times that amount of pleasure in reading it 
from cover to cover. 



The angling season has been backward. The high 
waters with their attendant mud and murk have hin- 
dered the angler in pursuing with rod and line the trout. 
However this fact has only made the angler's itch all the 
more annoying and the streams are now fairly alive with 
anglers. The first catches have been good and a splendid 
season is anticipated by sportsmen everywhere. 

The greatest good that the Fish and Game Commis- 
sion can do is to keep the lakes and streams of Oregon 
constantly stocked with trout. That is its greatest prob- 
lem also. The commission is doing its utmost to this end 
and the coming season will see many millions of trout fry 
liberated in the waters of Oregon. 

Always carry your hunting and angling license on 
your person. By always doing so you may avoid trouble 
and lengthy explanation. 

We have tag, flag and flower days. Why not a 
"License day" to help the cause of game protection and 
fish propagation along? 

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The true sportsman will not take a chance with the 
game laws just because he is morally certain that the 
game warden will not find it out. 

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More game protection sentiment means less money 
spent in patrol service which means more money for 
propagating trout for liberation in our streams. 



By Geokge Putnam, Editor of the Medford Mail-Tribune. 

The Rogue River is the most beautiful of the many beautiful rivers 
of Oregon. Like a silver ribbon, its crystal waters gleam and sparkle, 
as they rush wildly down rock-ribbed gorges, tumble madly in cascades 
and waterfalls, as it winds through picturesque panoramas of stately 
forest clad hills and smiling verdure clad valleys, from its source in 
the summit of the Cascades to its mouth in the Pacific, 200 miles away. 
Occasionally the swirling waters pause between swift riffles in placid 
pools that mirror the varied scenery of the banks — ere resuming the 
swift dash to the sea, wantonly wasting more power than Niagara. 

The Rogue is an overgrown mountain brook with the charms of the 
brook magnified a hundred fold. It is the finest fly fishing stream in 
the world and in its swift waters lurk the gamiest and fiercest of 
fighting fish — the King of trout — the Rogue River steelhead. Yet, the 
Rogue River occasionally has an off season, and the year 1915 furnished 
the poorest steelhead angling on record — and this despite good cut- 
throat trout angling and a large run of salmon at the mouth. This 
raises the question: What made the season poor? 

By poor fishing is not meant the unsolvable problem of days and 
even weeks when the erratic and whimsical trout will not raise readily 
to a fly, when as if at a given signal the finny tribe go on a hunger 
strike, for these vagaries and uncertainties only add to the charm of 
the sport — a challenge to the skill and patience of the angler. The 
Rogue, even in the most favorable season, is not a fish-hog's stream — 
except to the unsportsman-like bait fisherman — and the most skilled 
angler earns his reward — for fishing waist-deep in the turbulent Rogue 
is not a gentle parlor pastime. By poor fishing is meant an actual 
scarcity of fish. 

As theorizing and philosophizing about trout is a feature of the 
sport, second only to preparedness and realization, the following 
reasons for poor angling are given for what they are worth by one who 
knows the river and has studied the fish persistently enough to know a 
great deal more than he does about them. 

Important factors to be considered are: 

The supply of fish — the native stock, the rate of depletion and the 
rate of replenishment. 
The food supply. 
The water — its quality, quantity and temperature. 

The Rogue was abundantly supplied with trout by nature. Its many 
gravel bars are the natural spawning beds of both salmon and trout. 
The rate of depletion by anglers has increased many fold with the 
growth of population. There are a hundred anglers now where a decade 
ago there was one, and there is no closed season for trout. But this is 
largely offset by the decrease in commercial fishing. The entire river 
is closed to commercial fishing for steelhead. Salmon fishing is per- 
mitted from May to November from the mouth to the Illinois River, 
and for a sixty-day season on a ten-mile stretch at Grants Pass. There 
is an honest effort to enforce the law against taking steelhead by the 
cannerymen, but the irresponsible fisherman who does the catching 
resents the restrictions and is a frequent violater. The seine is 


undoubtedly a contributary cause of poor fishing. Hatchery operations 
show an annual increase in recent years in the number of steelhead 
planted, but need enlargement. 

The natural food supply in the Rogue is abundant. Fish culturists 
state that it exceeds all other streams in variety and quantity of fish 
food — and the rapid growth and prime condition of the fish proves the 

In average years there is an abundance of water in the Rogue. 
Clear and sparkling its quality, fed from mountain springs and melting 
snows, is unsurpassed. Its temperature is now even in the summer 
months, averaging at the Elk Creek hatchery a mean of 52 for June, 
55 for July and 56 for August. In years of deficient rainfall, the quantity 
of water flowing shows a marked decrease and the temperature a 
marked raise, particularly in the lower river. 

The steelhead is an anadromous fish — that is, one that ascends 
from the sea at regular intervals, and the volume of discharge of the 
fresh water probably governs its attractiveness. When low, the water 
of the lower portion of the stream becomes warm and repels rather 
than attracts the fish, which delay ascent until spawning time. That 
this is the cause also with Chinook salmon was shown in 1915, a dry 
year, very few chinook coming up stream, although there was a large 
run at the mouth, the fish lurking in the deep pools of the lower river 
until forced by nature to rush toward the spawning beds. On September 
1st there were remarkably few chinook at the Elk Creek hatchery, yet 
the take of chinook eggs at the close of the season a few weeks later 
was the largest in recent years. The steelhead and silverside salmon 
did not come into the river in any quantity before November — evidently 
delaying their fresh water jaunt until forced by nature to enter for 

That the stage of the water in the river has more or less to do 
with the quantity of fish seems more than probable, after a study of 
stream conditions. Records published by the State Engineer in "Water 
Resources of Oregon," show the flow of Rogue River for the past ten 
years. The stream discharge for the season is given at Gold Ray in 
second feet (the season being computed from October 1 to October 1) 
as follows: 

Max. Flood Mean Daily 

Year. Discharge. Discharge. 

1906-07 48,300 4,250 

1907-08 29,400 3,140 

1908-09 29,800 3,550 

1909-10 48,300 3,670 

1910-11 31,000 3,110 

1911-12 35,000 3,530 

1912-13 11,300 3,050 

1013-14 21,200 2,850 

1914-15 6,980 1,764 

Any angler who consults his diary will find that the best fishing 
years were 1907, 1909, 1910 and 1912, while 1908 and 1913 were fair 
years, and the year 1911, the year of forest fires, the first of the two 
years the stream was closed to all commercial fishing as the result of 
the initiative bill passed in 1910, and the years 1914 and 1915 afforded 
poor angling, the latter the poorest on record. 

Consulting the above table, it is apparent that wet years, years of 
flood and water and high average value of water, were the best fishing 
years, and dry years the poorest; that the quantity of steelhead 
varied with the volume of water in the river. 


With commercial fishing, especially with seining, in progress in 
the lower river, it is always the tendency of the anglers of the upper 
river to blame the commercial fishermen for poor fishing experienced. 
Yet stringent restrictions govern this fishing, heavy penalties are 
provided for the taking of steelhead trout, game wardens are supposed 
to be vigilant, the trout cannot be sold, canned or utilized, and incentive 
is lacking for violation. Moreover, with the exception of two years the 
river was closed, for thirty years there has been commercial fishing 
at the mouth, and until the past five years there were no restrictions 
against taking steelheads commercially, and both salmon and steel- 
heads were taken indiscriminately. Some of these years furnished the 
best angling on record — so while the commercial fisherman is a con- 
tributary cause, it is evident that there are other causes. 

Undoubtedly a contributary cause is the lack of protection given 
the trout during the spawning season, from the many alleged sports- 
men who make a practice of slaughtering spawning steelhead. These 
fish-hogs clamor for legislation to curb the commercial fisherman, 
but become very indignant at the suggestion of curbing their own 
rapacity, which does more to exterminate the trout than the summer 
operations of the salmon fisherman. It is true that the state law 
prohibits the taking of trout under ten inches in length between 
October and April, but except in the cold waters of the mountain 
streams few fish under ten inches in length are matured sufficiently 
to spawn in Southern Oregon streams, and in the colder waters the 
spawning months are April, May and June — so that the law really 
affords little or no protection to the spawning fish. 

The steelhead trout spawns from November until May. The 
summer run, coming into the river from the sea in late spring and 
summer, which furnishes the season's fly fishing, are the first to 
spawn, beginning in November. The great run of spawning steelheads 
comes up during the high water of the winter months and scatters 
along the gravel bars of the Rogue and its smaller tributaries. Febru- 
ary and March are the principal spawning months. 

Spawning, like childbirth, is an exhaustive process, depleting the 
strength and vitality of the fish, which becomes emaciated and weak — 
commonly called "spent" — and requires a period of rest and recupera- 
tion and feeding to become again in prime condition. The great bulk 
of the spent fish drift down to the ocean for recuperation, though a 
percentage remain in fresh water. 

The trout, either before, during or after spawning, is not good 
to eat. Its meat is flabby and juiceless. In its weakened condition it 
is not able to give the angler much of a battle. It offers the chance 
sought by the butcher for slaughter, but not the angler for sport. 
Every steelhead caught during the winter and early spring months 
means so many hundreds fewer fish in the future, and with the 
number of anglers increasing annually there is a constantly increasing 

No one knows where the steelhead go after entering salt water, 
but it is within the bounds of probabilities that occasionally disaster 
overtakes them, that for some unknown cause there has been an 
unwonted increase in natural enemies to thin their ranks, or that 
some submarine upheaval has exterminated entire shoals — for all 
anadromous fish have their unsolved mysteries of off seasons due 
to ocean tragedies. 

The wantonness of commercial fishermen, the rapacity of bait-fish 
hogs, the low water, the hot summer and the enigmatical calamities, 
the sea — some of them factors, perhaps all of them — contributed to 
make poor steelhead angling in the Rogue River for the season of 1915. 



By L. H. Darwin, State Game Warden and State Fish Commissioner for Washington. 

A large number of Oregon sportsmen are interested in the game 
and game fish laws of the State of Washington because of the fact 
that such a large percentage of Oregon's population is situated along 
the northern boundary line of that state, which is the southern 
boundary line of Washington. 

Just a moment's reflection shows that all the largest cities of 
Oregon are situated on the extreme northern boundary line — Portland, 
Astoria, The Dalles, Hood River, Rainier, St. Helens and a number of 
others may be mentioned. As a result, many of her residents take 
out hunting and fishing licenses in this state. Clarke County, for 
instance, opposite to which on the Oregon side is situated the city of 
Portland, issues more non-resident fishing licenses than all the rest 
of the Washington counties combined. 

The laws of the two states, as regards the work of protection and 
propagation, differ materially. In Oregon the work of protection and 
propagation of food fish and game fish is all entrusted to one com- 
mission, as I understand it, and the funds derived all go into the 
hands of this one commission. As regards the enforcement of the 
game and game fish laws, the state is divided into districts, and 
deputy state game wardens are assigned to these different districts. 

If I am correctly advised, the State Fish and Game Commission 
apportions the funds, allowing so much to the game department for 
the protection and propagation of game, and so much to the food 
fisheries department for the protection and propagation of food and 
game fish. 

Frankly, I feel that our Washington system is preferable. Both 
Oregon and Washington are practically divided into two separate 
communities — East and West. In both states people residing east of 
the Cascade Mountains are very little interested in the food fishing 
industry, and less so in Oregon than in Washington, through which 
the Columbia River flows before it reaches down to become the 
boundary between the two states. By reason of this our Eastern 
Washington people are in a position to secure more salmon than the 
Eastern Oregon people. 

As against this so-called state system, we have a dual state and 
county system. The work of propagating both food and game fish in 
our state, and of enforcing both the food and game fish laws, are 
centered in one person — the State Fish Commissioner. There is no 
divided responsibility, as is the case in the State of Oregon. 

The State Fish Commissioner of Washington is also State Game 
Warden. He has the right to appoint as many fishery inspectors as 
the legislature might appropriate money to pay for the enforcement 
of the food fish laws. 

For the enforcement of the game and game fish laws, he has a 
chief deputy state game warden who resides in Eastern Washington. 
The law gives the chief deputy in Eastern Washington the same rights 
in certain things as possessed by the State Game Warden, who exer- 
cises these same rights in Western Washington. The particular 
right referred to is the matter of appointing in Eastern Washington 
the county game commissioners and removing them, if he so desires. 
The chief deputy game warden's action in this in Eastern Washington 
is final, and similarly the State Game Warden's action in Western 
Washington in this is final. 


As to the appointment of game commissioners, however, the law 
specifies that they must first ask the Board of County Commissioners 
to recommend persons for appointment on this Board of Game Com- 
mission. In case the County Commissioners do this within ten days 
after notice, the State Game Warden in Western Washington and the 
Chief Deputy Game Warden in Eastern Washington must appoint 
the person recommended, although they can remove them at the 
bottom of the page on which the appointment is made. This means 
he must immediately ask for another recommendation. 

The county game commissioners in turn appoint the game wardens 
and deputy game wardens for their respective counties, and each 
county in the state has a county game commission. The wardens 
which they appoint for their counties may be transferred in Western 
Washington by the State Game Warden to go to any other county, 
and in Eastern Washington they may be transferred by the Chief 
Deputy State Game Warden. 

The respective game commissions of the respective counties are 
charged with the work of game and game fish protection and propa- 
gation within their counties. These county game commissions can, 
subject to the approval of the State Pish Commissioner and State 
Game Warden, construct game fish hatcheries and can without his 
approval establish county game farms. Already about a dozen counties 
in the state have built their own trout hatcheries, and three o- four 
counties in the state have their own county game farms. 

The Auditor of each county issues and sells the county hunting 
and fishing licenses, and receives from the State Auditor and sells 
the state resident and non-resident hunting and fishing licenses. 

In short, a man can go to any county auditor and buy either a 
state or county license. The county game fund gets 90 cents out of 
every dollar received for a county hunting and fishing license, and 
$1.00 out of every $5.00 received for the state hunting and fishing 
license which it sells. 

Ten per cent of the county hunting and fishing license money and 
80 per cent of the state hunting and fishing license goes into the 
state game fund. 

From the state game fund are paid the salary and traveling 
expenses of the state game warden, and chief deputy state game 
warden, and their respective office, expenses. 

Also, from the state game fund are paid the cost of construction 
of the state trout hatcheries and rearing ponds, and of the maintenance 
of the state trout hatcheries, of which Washington now has six 
hatcheries and two sets of rearing ponds. 

Also, from this fund are paid the salaries and expenses of four 
special deputy state game wardens, two of which are assigned to 
Eastern Washington and two to Western Washington. 

The reason for the appointment of these is because of the fact 
that some of the smaller counties of the state do not receive a suf- 
ficiently large game fund to properly police the county. Consequently 
they are assisted from the state game fund, for these special deputy 
game wardens can go in during those times when they are most 
needed and aid these small counties in the enforcement of the laws. 

It can be seen from this that every county in the state has both 
county or local and state police protection for the enforcement of its 
game laws. I feel justified in saying that never in the history of the 
state have the game laws been so satisfactory and on the whole so 
well observed and enforced as at the present time. 


And within the last three years there has been more game bird 
and game fish propagation work done than during any ten years before. 

Among those counties in this state which have established trout 
hatcheries are Clarke, just opposite Portland, and Skamania, opposite 
Hood River. Hundreds of thousands' of fry have been hatched annually 
in these two hatcheries and liberated into the streams of their 
respective counties. 

Both counties are much resorted to by Oregon fishermen. 

Some of the other counties to establish hatcheries, or jointly 
construct with the state, are King, Snohomish, Kittitas, Yakima, 
Stevens, Pend O'Reille, Spokane, Whatcom, Ferry, Wenatchee and 

Game farms have been established by King, Thurston, Island and — 
in a small way — Spokane County. 

The splendid work which we are doing with the state trout 
hatcheries is shown by the fact that in 1912 — the last year of the 
preceeding administration — there were some three million trout 
hatched by the state, as against sixteen million during the fiscal year 
of 1915, which ends the 31st day of March (this month). 

In this state no fish can be planted without the consent of the 
State Fish Commissioner, and I have steadfastly refused to grant a 
permit for the original planting of bass. In a few instances we have 
given permission for the planting of bass fry in those lakes which 
have heretofore been entirely given over to this species of fish. 

Washington is very fortunate in having a Governor in entire 
sympathy with the preservation and propagation of our game and 
fish. Governor Lister is the ex-officio chairman of the State Fish 
Commission, which in our state deals with the general matters of 
policy. But for his veto of objectionable sections our game laws 
would have been in sorry condition now as a result of the last legis- 
lature passing a bill to restore the use of sneak boats and to take from 
the railroads any liability for the illegal transportation of game. 

Without this latter provision it would be almost impossible to 
enforce our game laws. We did get the last legislature to change 
most of our open seasons to conform with the Federal migratory bird 
act and consequently, when some thirty days since I received notice 
from the United States District Attorney advising that, because of the 
action of two United States District courts in declaring the Federal 
migratory laws unconstitutional, his office would no longer institute 
prosecutions until further advised by the department, I was able to 
assure the sportsmen of this state it mattered not in the least, for 
our own state laws covered the subject. And the seasons would close 
just the same as though the Federal migratory bird laws were being 

In Washington we are doing some splendid team work in game 
and game fish law enforcement. At Spokane, on February 11th, we 
completed the organization of the Washington State Association of 
County Game Commissioners and Game Wardens. 

About two years and a half ago, at Tacoma, we held the first 
meeting of this kind which had been held in the state. That meeting 
was attended by the county game commissioners and game wardens 
of Western Washington. It was determined at that time that we 
should have another meeting very shortly; when we would organize 
the Association of Western Washington Game Commissioners and 
Game Wardens. And this was held about a month later at Bellingham. 


Other meetings of the Western Washington Association have 
since been held at Mount Vernon, Olympia and Seattle. At the Seattle 
meeting here in January the question of consolidating with the East- 
ern Washington Association, which was formed about sixty days after 
Western Washington, was broached and, the response from Eastern 
Washington being favorable, the two associations met there and 
effected consolidation at Spokane on February 10th last. 

These meetings have been highly profitable, resulting in the 
exchange of ideas and recitation of conditions which has made for 
propagation and law enforcement work in each of the counties. 

At the present time, by reason of the Fish Commissioner also 
being the Game Warden, the food fish and game fish men aid in the 
enforcement of both sets of laws. 

Governor Lister conceived the idea of still further co-ordinating 
the work of two of his departments by having the employes of the 
State Fish Commissioner, and the State Game Warden, and of the 
State Fire Warden work for both the protection of game and enforce- 
ment of game laws, and the protection of the forests from destruction 
by fire. 

As a result of this, it is assured that hereafter the game and 
forests of Washington will have better protection than at any time in 
their history. 

Our present fish and game code had been in effect about two 
years and eight months when our Spokane meeting was held, last 
February. Without exception, every county in the state reported the 
new laws were working entirely satisfactory and that game and fish 
were more abundant than in many years past. Various county game 
commissions for the fiscal year of 1914 purchased and liberated in this 
state 4,523 birds. The fiscal year of 1915 closed on February 28th, but 
we have not as yet received the report of all the county game wardens, 
but undoubtedly many more birds were liberated in 1915 than in 1914. 
I have already told how we are increasing the supply of game fish. 

In 1914 the number of county hunting and fishing licenses was 
122,249. It is known that this number was largely increased in 1915. 

I was much surprised to find on looking through the figures that 
about eighty per cent of the male voters of the State of Washington 
take out a hunting and fishing license. Our state does not require 
women or children under the age of 16 to take out licenses. Undoubt- 
edly the proportion of women and children fishing is almost as great. 
It would seem that in any state where this great a percentage of the 
people are interested in a subject that they would be able to secure 
the enactment of the laws which they desire relating thereto. 

This certainly can be done if they will but organize. The nucleus 
of an organization of those in this state who are interested in the 
preservation of our game and bird life was formed at Spokane on 
February 11th last. I expect this summer to have the special state 
deputy game wardens assist in organizing game and game fish clubs 
all over the state. 

Our State Association of Game Commissioners and Wardens joined 
with the State Federation of Women's Clubs in an appeal to the 
National Audubon Society to send one of their organizers in this 
state to assist in this work, but no reply has as yet come. Their 
assistance will be appreciated, if it can be had. The work, however, 
will go ahead with or without it. 


Washingtonians feel that they now have the best game and game 
fish laws of any state in the Union, and they propose to maintain in 
this state the best fishing and hunting conditions to be found any- 
where in America. 

We all feel that Puget Sound, in the next few years, is destined 
to be the summer playground of America, and believe that nothing 
can assist so materially in bringing this about as an abundant supply 
of game and fish. 


By Frank Patton, Cashier Astoria Savings Bank. 

The Quinn Hunting Club, or the C. L. Houston and Frank Patton 
Hunting Lodge, as it is sometimes called, is situated about forty miles 
up the Columbia River from Astoria. 

Houston and I are the club members. We have two houseboats 
and a barn there. One houseboat, built on pontoons, we use for head- 
quarters on our trips. We have three bedrooms, a bathroom, store- 
room, sitting-room and kitchen in that one. The other houseboat we 
use merely to store things, such as our hunting togs that we're not 
likely to use. 

The decoy ducks make themselves at home in the barn. After a 
day in the water they troop solemnly up to the barn door and wait 
for the keeper to let them in. In their own apartment, in the barn, 
the dogs also lodge, and a third apartment is used for storing wheat 
and corn to feed the ducks and geese. 

We have a linguistic keeper, who is a game warden as well, and 
upon whom we have depended for years. Houston and I call him the 
man from Delmonico's, because he can't cook for sour apples. 

We are thoroughly equipped with good sensible quarters, and our 
lease allows us to shoot over about five thousand acres of willow 

Every now and then someone asks me whether we have good 
shooting in Oregon. That question always amuses me. For years 
Houston and I have averaged eight hundred ducks for the season. 
More than once we have got the limit within the hour. 

For years we have invited W. E. Martin of McMinnville to take 
a shoot with us. He's a fine shot, and a genius when it comes to 
handling dogs. 

Last year we invited H. C. Hamblet and his son (Ed) down, and 
we had one of the best trips we ever had. 

Hamblet had never done any shooting and he was keen for the 

We gave him the best blind on the ground, because we wanted 
him) to have a lot of good shooting. Houston and I went to our covers 
and were kept very busy, as the birds were flying thick. From 
Hamblet's cover there issued a roar like artillery fire, prolonged and 
loud. I thought that I would find him with at least five hundred ducks, 
and that our keeper would be forced to turn Hamblet over to the 
authorities to languish in durance vile. 

I went over to his cover just in time to' see him bowl over a mud 
hen that had alighted near him. Scattered everywhere were shells, 


shells, shells. He'd used over four hundred and was loading again. 
He proudly pointed to eight mud hens, the result of his great fusillade. 
But he was enjoying himself immensely. 

I led Harry away from this scene of slaughter, and Houston, who 
had shot his limit, joined us and we all retired to the houseboat. It 
was then only 10 o'clock and Hamblet alone was short of the limit, 
but then he had slain eight mud hens, which was a pretty fair record 

It was raining hard, and the house seemed very comfortable after 
the long morning on the willow bottoms, but Hamblet decided that he 
and I should go and get the decoy ducks. Those tamed mallards, 
picketed with little collars about their necks, impressed Hamblet 
deeply. Nothing would do for it but that out into the rain we must 
go and turn loose the decoys so that they could get under the shelter 
of the barn roof. 

I pretended that I didn't know where the decoys were, and 
Hamblet bravely started out to show me. He started out in the right 
general direction, but he soon lost the trail, and before long we were 
deep in the thicket, at least a mile beyond the covers. 

When we had gone far enough so I knew there was no hope of 
Hamblet's knowing where we were I stopped and looked around. 

"Well, Harry," I said, "Don't you think we've come far enough? 
He said he thought we'd come a lot too far. 

I asked him why he didn't say so before and he stood, first on 
one foot and then on the other, and didn't answer. 
"Well," I said, "Then let's go home!" 

He took a wrong turn into the thicket, and away we went again. 
After we had gone about a mile he stopped and asked me for my 

"Knife!" I ejaculated, "What do you want of my knife?" 

"We'll have to cut some willows to lie on; we're lost!" he 

"If we're lost, we're lost and that's all there is to it. We stand 
up all night and we won't get the rheumatism." He didn't say anything 
to that, but after a bit he asked me for a match. 

"A match! What in the world do you want of a match?" I 
asked him. 

"We might start a fire and keep warm," he suggested. 

"Start a fire! Why, man, are you crazy? How are you going to 

start a fire when it's raining like this, and only green willow for 

We were silent for awhile, and then Hamblet conceived the idea 
that we might find out where we were by the direction the ducks 
were flying. I pretended to grow very angry and pointed out that they 
were flying in all directions. "We're lost," I told him. "So don't keep 
on telling me about it; I know we're lost." "Well, Frank, I'll stay 
with you anyway," he assured me. 

"Fine!" I said; "You're lost, too, so you've got to stay with me." 

After we'd stayed there about an hour and I thought the joke 
had gone far enough, I took a swing through the thicket and swung 
around so as to bring us out into the clearing at the edge of which 
Hamblet had been shooting, 


He recognized the place and located the blind and his spirits 
rose. But I doused cold water over them by announcing that I was 
going back into the thicket for the ducks Houston had near his blind. 

Harry plead with me, pointing out that I'd get lost again, but 
assuring me that he would stick to the ship and get lost with me 
again if necessary. 

So into the thicket we plunged again, and by following a little 
creek we came to the ducks near the river bank. 

I hoo-hooed, and the man from Delmonieo's came and got the 
ducks; Hamblet and I went up to the houseboat. 

It was a lot of fun to hear his account of our misfortunes. 

But, taken altogether, Hamblet enjoyed the trip so much that he 
ended up by leasing the land adjoining our lease, and this year he 
did much better. He can tell a mud hen from a mallard just as easy! 

Houston and I have used La Fevre guns for twenty years and 
found them altogether satisfactory. We use No. 6 shot the first of 
the season and No. 5 shot later in the season. And that reminds me 
of one morning Houston and I were out without the dogs, and with 
No. 5 shot in our guns, and ran into a flight of jack snipe. We got 122 
before we stopped, and there's no telling how many we never found. 

As I said before, it always amuses me when people ask whether 
there's good shooting in Oregon. 



By Florence Merriam Bailey. 

The long covered bridge that spans the green, foaming McKenzie, 
in the heart of the Cascades, is fifty-six miles by stage above Eugene, 
on the road to the snowcapped Three Sisters, numbered among the 
noblest peaks of Oregon. The immediate neighborhood of the bridge 
does not afford any great list of Oregon birds, for the narrow strip 
of original prairie, a few houses and the cottages about the log house 
where families of enthusiastic fishermen, some of them from distant 
states, gather to spend the summer, are surrounded by dark coniferous 
forest, in which few birds care to live. For much of the moisture from 
the Pacific, blowing in above what has been well described as the 
"low-lying and tranquil Coast Mountains," is precipitated by the lofty 
glacier-clad peaks and high rocky ridges of the Cascades, so that the 
flora and fauna with a slight variation of species is the counterpart of 
that of the actual Humid Coast strip. 

The rhododendron tree, found here, seems to have shot up like an 
overgrown boy from the familiar low growth of the east, and the 
rare yew tree, the English form of which, according to song and story, 
supplied Robin Hood with his good tough bows, is here a scraggly 
moss-bearded tree often forty feet high,- suggesting the redwood 
with its flat dark green foliage and pointed needles. As in the Humid 


Coast strip, the heavy cushions of brownish-green moss grow mainly 
on the deciduous trees, such as the alder and maple, probably because 
the bark of the coniferous trees is chemically unsuited to the nourish- 
ment of moss. 

The gardens and orchards of McKenzie Bridge during my stay in 
1914 attracted a few families of familiar dooryard birds, which sang 
unawed by the shadow of the great forest. In the vegetable garden of 
the Log House one of the numerous Western Chipping Sparrows of the 
neighborhood trilled monotonously, Rusty Song Sparrows gave their 
rich contralto call full of home content and happiness, and a Western 
Robin was seen flying by on important business. Close by, in the 
alders and willows bordering the river a small Flycatcher, presumably 
trailli, fed its young and sat in the sun calling "pre-deer," while in 
the orchard a pair of greenish Swainson Vireos went about in the 
sunshine, the songster of the family sitting in a willow with head up, 
white line over the eye showing, and throat feathers parting as he 
sang his modest lay beginning with its stereotyped tir-rut-ty; while 
in the river thicket a Russet-backed Thrush, taking me back to the 
fragrant bracken fields of Tillamook Bay on the coast, sang the sweet 
musical song that dominated the morning chorus. The red head of 
the Western Tanager was often seen projecting his black-winged 
yellow body across the garden and one day he was found picking about 
in the moss of a dead branch, flying off with his bill full across the 
river, where he doubtless had a nest. 

An occasional white-spotted stone along the shallows of the river 
told of the presence of the Water Ouzels, whose hunting grounds 
were found farther up the McKenzie, and a Kingfisher was sometimes 
seen flying swiftly up or down the river. Now and then Vaux Swifts 
and a flock of Swallows were seen in the sky, and for some time two 
pairs of Pacific Nighthawks were to be found at sunset hunting, cavort- 
ing and booming in courtship play over the prairie park across the 
road from the Log House, sometimes, under cover of the twilight 
being seen to take a turn close around the kitchen, where they doubt- 
less helped dispose of the abundant house flies. Along the fields and 
fences Western Bluebirds sometimes flew up, and a band of yellow- 
eyed Brewer Blackbirds hunted for insects, at night coming to roost 
in an evergreen on the road by the Log House. 

The songster most in evidence about the house, one not seen at 
Tillamook Bay, was the Lazuli Bunting, whose beautiful blue coat and 
pinkish chest band gave a surprisingly bright touch of color to the 
somber landscape. His profuse song, very similar in character to that 
of his eastern relative, the Indigo Bunting, given indifferently from a 
telephone wire or the top of an apple tree or conifer, begins with 
some bright clear notes with a lilt in them, and growing faster burrs 
and wings around with several repetitions of a flat concluding 

Where was the nest? When I went out to watch the pair from 
the bank above the river bottoms I was surprised to have the nonde- 
script brown mother bird fly down close beside me, ignoring my 
presence in her absorbed search for insects. Poor little seed eater 
forced to supply insects for a clamorous brood of carnivorous nest- 
lings! She sat around looking amusingly bewildered for some time, 
but finally catching sight of a diminutive insect flying low over the 
ground, gave chase as if life depended on a gnat, twisting and turning 
in a way that would have done credit to a born Flycatcher. Victorious, 
up she rose, taking a straight course over the haycocks" to the bushes 
under the trees by the river. Following after, I hunted vainly through 


the undergrowth for a nest, though getting near enough to set her 
chipping for her mate. Then they both tried to lure me away, his gay 
coat serving well at such a juncture. When they had drawn me out 
by the haycock they stopped fussing at once, quite content, and she 
flew off for more insects while he fell to singing his bright cheery 
summer song. 

One morning as I went out through the hotel yard, what was my 
surprise to see an Evening Grosbeak sitting on the fence. Quite 
unafraid, it flew down into the grass and hopped about, standing high, 
as if drinking dew drops from the grass blades. It was evidently a 
young one, for, in contrast to its big yellow bill, its body looked very 
gray, and when it flew its wing markings were much restricted, 
while an adult male who flew with a small band of Grosbeaks from 
the trees below the garden had not only the yellowish olive body set 
off handsomely by yellow forehead, black wings and tail, but a white 
wing patch that fairly hit the eye. Another of the band when in a 
tree facing my way was almost lost in the green background. For 
several days the plaintive single whistle and the beaded note of the 
flock were often heard about the hotel in the early mornings, and the 
lovely oirds were sometimes caught sight of aggressively disappearing 
in the edge of the forest. 

Here the split vibrant note of the Varied Thrush was occasionally 
heard until the time when family cares became all engrossing. The 
second week in July a pair of Sierra Creepers were feeding young in 
their tree trunk nest. Western Flycatchers were carrying food in the 
greenery, Juncos were feeding grown young out of the nest, and a 
family of young Golden-Crowned Kinglets were being fed in a low 
growth of the white fir. The full Kinglet song, ti-ti, ti-ti, followed by 
still shorter notes, with a Warbler jumble for termination, was also 
heard at this time. Among the somber-hued Creepers, Juncos, Fly- 
catchers and Kinglets, it was a keen pleasure to catch a glimpse of 
the flashing gorget of a Rufous Hummingbird as it darted about in 
the clearing. 

Inside the timber jolly little Western Winter Wrens came up and 
sang their tinkling songs in friendly fashion, then disappeared secret- 
ively in the dark shadows. Loquacious Coast Jays and a family of the 
delightfully fluffy camp Jays, friends of the woodsman, were seen in 
the treetops in passing. Small bands of Chestnut-backed Chickadees 
trailed through the tree tops and solitary Woodpeckers tapped on the 
tree trunks or flew silently about through the timber. A female 
Pileated Woodpecker which came bounding down to a tree trunk full 
of life and spirit, through a sad misunderstanding, was shot, and the 
loud laments of her mate, which echoed through the forest for several 
days, bore touching testimony to the belief that these noble birds 
remain mated through life. After listening in vain for the Slender- 
billed Nuthatch at Tillamook Bay, it was good to find him here, the 
sweet far away henk, henk, in the stillness of the high boiled conifers 
falling with light, harmonious touch upon the ear. 




By Kate Lehnherr. 

The first point of interest after leaving Coos County and entering 
Curry is Blacklock Point, about two miles north of Sixes River. 

Here are rocks covered with mussels and a small boat can be 
launched for sea fishing, which is of the best at this point, as well 
as all other points of the Curry County coast line. 

In the early day a sandstone quarry was operated at Blacklock 
Point, but it was found that the sandstone was too soft and it was 
abandoned. Two miles below Blacklock Point, Sixes River empties 
into the ocean. At its mouth is a bed of razor clams. 

In the stream good trout fishing can be had, with deer hunting 
in season along its banks. In the fall of the year salmon fishing is one 
of the industries of the people. 

After leaving Sixes River the next place is Gape Blanco. On this 
cape, which is the most westerly point in the United States, is located 
the Cape Blanco wireless station and lighthouse. 

From here the best of sea fishing can be had, and on the rocks 
off the coast are a great many sea lions. So during the summer 
months a great deal of sea lion hunting is done. 

Elk River is the only stream of any importance between Cape 
Blanco and Port Orford. In this stream, as in all of the streams of the 
county, there is good trout fishing, and in the fall salmon fishing for 
commerce. About five or six miles south of Elk River is located the 
town of Port Orford. 

Around Port Orford are several very interesting places for the 

A good automobile road has been built out to the lake and Agate 
Beach. In this lake trout and other fish abound, and on the beach 
are a great many very beautiful agates. 

Deep sea fishing is carried on off the coast from Port Orford. 

Port Orford has one of the best deep water harbors on the coast. 
Here also is located Battle Rock, on which the battle of Battle Rock 
was fought. ±ialf way betwten Port Orford and Wedderburn is the 
Arizona Inn. It is beside a small stream, and all kinds of fishing and 
hunting abound. Many tourists stay over for the fishing and hunting. 
At Rogue River commercial fishing is the leading industry, but at 
Hunter's Creek, about two miles south of the river, the very best of 
trout fishing is obtainable. 

Two miles north of Rogue River is the Bailey Beach, where a 
great many beautiful agates are found. All along this beach a great 
deal of mining was done in the early days, and some mining is 
still done. 

Near the mouth of the river are situated the towns of Gold Beach 
and Wedderburn. 

Wedderburn, on the north side of the river, is where the cannery 
of the Wedderburn Trading Company is located. Gold Beach, on the 
south side, is the county seat. Good hunting and fishing can be had 
throughout all this section. 

At Hunter's Cove are beds of clams, rock oysters and mussels. 


Boats can be launched from any place here for the sea fishing, 
which is especially good at this point. In Bristol River, which is 
sixteen miles south of Gold Beach, is very good trout fishing, and 
some salmon fishing in the fall. 

From Bristol River south to the Chetco River, a distance of some 
thirty miles, there are several small streams with abundance of trout 
and various points on the coast where, oysters and mussels are 

There is plenty of deer hunting in season. For those who carry a 
camera there is always a beautiful view to be taken. 

The road follows the coast line very closely through the whole 
county, and most of these places can be reached with an automobile. 

At the mouth of the Chetco River are the towns of Harbor and 
Brookings. On the north side is the new mill town of Brookings 
and on the south, Harbor. In this stream also can be found trout, 
with salmon in season. 

iSbuth of this is the Wind Chuck River. This stream is practically 
at the California line, and in it, as in all the other streams, good fish- 
ing can be had. Curry County, with an abundance of fish, game and 
beautiful scenery, is an ideal place for all sportsmen and lovers of 



S. S. Humphrey, 151 7 Yeon Building, Portland, Ore., 
Oregon State Secretary N. R. A. 

The National Rifle Association of America was organized in 
1871 by a number of men who believed that the sport of rifle shooting 
should again become the sport that it was in early days of our 
country, when the riflemen under Morgan and from Kentucky gave 
such a good account of themselves. They hope that this country will 
again become a country of riflemen, such as Switzerland, where every 
man knows how to shoot and the man who is the best shot in his 
locality is looked upon as we look upon our heroes of the athletic 
sports, which have become so prominent in this country in the past 
few years. 

For a number of years very little progress was made, but fifteen 
years ago Lieutenant Albert R. Jones was appointed National secre- 
tary, there being at that time only 10 clubs, whereas last year there 
were 398 new clubs organized, which affiliated with the National Rifle 
Association, and gain in membership of over 125 per cent. This was 
due a good deal to the act of Congress of 1914, whereby each club was 
entitled to have issued to it 120 rounds of Krag ammunition per 
member, as well as one Krag rifle for each five members. This year 
it is hoped and expected that Congress will give more substantial aid. 

The requirements for membership are simple, as only ten men 
are required, and the annual dues for the first year, including initiation 
fee, is $10.00; thereafter the dues are $5.00 for each club. Individual 
membership is $2.00 a year, life membership $25.00. There is no 
military obligation connected with membership. 


Clubs have organized in Portland, Clatskanie, Mosier, Medford, 
Roseburg, Eugene, La Pine, Wallowa and Oregon City, and a number 
of other localites are planning on organizing clubs. 

The Sportsmen of this state should take hold of this work and 
see that, in place of the few clubs that we have, that we have ten 
times as many, for they will find it very interesting. The National 
Rifle Association holds a number of inter club matches during the 
year, both for gallery work using the small bore rifle and the outdoor 
work using both the small bore and the military rifle. Those qualifying 
as marksman, sharpshooter and expert will receive medals, and a 
medal will be furnished for the best shot in the club. 

Those desiring further information can obtain same from me, also 
application blanks, and I sincerely hope that the sportsmen of Oregon 
will co-operate with me in making the sport of rifle shooting one of 
the leading outdoor sports, not only for their own pleasure, but their 
country may some day need them, and we should have a million men 
who at least know how to shoot. 


By Alva L. Day, Secretary Hood River County Game Protective Association. 

Last season I made a number of trips into the hills close to town 
after grouse, and on more than one trip I saw deer signs that looked 
like the bucks might be running on those same ridges later in the 
season. The does were down well and close in, .and I often saw signs 
within an hour from the time 1 left home. 

I was out about two weeks before the season closed with my 
rifle, but I failed to see any signs where I expected to find them, so 
I decided to go higher up the following week. 

I talked with my friend, Charles Eyers, who likes to hunt, and 
arranged to take a trip with him. Eyers is a good sport and knows 
how to hunt to get the most out of the trip, both in pleasure and 
in game. No matter how wet he gets going through the wet under- 
brush, it only takes a good fire to thaw him out and make him ready 
for the night. 

We planned on using the last two days of the season for our hunt, 
so on Friday I got my work in shape to leave and packed my pack- 
sack with blanket and feed enough to last two days and the necessary 
little chopping ax. That evening Mr. Eyers was in town with the team 
and wagon and I went out to his place,, eight miles out, to spend 
the night and be ready for an early start the next morning. 

The next morning came (Saturday, October 30) and it was raining, 
so we got a late start — about eight o'clock. Mrs. Eyers drove us to 
the top of the hill on the way to Green Point and there we had a 
good place to turn toward Mt. Defiance. The road was just wet 
enough to make it hard traveling for the horse and the clay on the 
grades was very slippery. We got our packs on our backs and told 
Mrs. Eyers not to look for us until she heard us coming, and started 
off. Rain or shine, we were off for a buck. 

We had not gone far until we met a man coming in carrying a 
30-30 carbine. We ordered him to halt and account for himself, and 
he said his party was on the southwest slope of Mt. Defiance and 
had a fine big buck. He was going home for the team and expected to 
get back to camp that evening. The party was figuring on coming out 
the next day. 


We tramped on, and as we worked into the timber we looked 
for signs, but no fresh signs could be found until we got well up on 
the ridge. I remarked that I would rather see the signs in the making 
than to see the fresh signs ready made. We didn't stop long for 
our lunch, but made all the time we could to get in where we were 
sure of better chances. The country is very brushy in places and 
one has to pick his way to keep out of the hard going. By evening 
we had crossed over several small ridges and the main ridge. We 
came to a small lake near the top of the ridge and found a good 
place for the night and left our packs. We looked around to see the 
country and returned to our packs in about an hour. 

On coming back to our packs we looked out over the little lake 
and noticed a black duck swimming near the shore on the opposite 
side. I had a few metal patch shells in my pocket for small game, 
so I took the soft point shell from my rifle and inserted the all-copper 
point shell. I took a careful sight and got the duck. This was a good 
start as we now had some game and was sure of not having to go 
home without game. 

Now we were to have some camp life for the night and the little 
chopping ax was put to work. We had a-plenty of good wood and 
soon had a good fire which was needed badly at this time to dry us 
out. It had rained all day and there was wind enough to drive in 
what we didn't get off of the underbrush. We built up a shelter of fir 
bows and were soon as comfortable as it was possible to be. We ate 
a good supper and enjoyed the fire and the stillness of the woods. 
The wind died down and the rain could do no harm to us under the fir 
bows. Our fire was burning good and as the time slipped away we 
talked of trips we had taken with other parties and game killed. We 
planned on our course for the next day and wondered what the next day 
would bring. Now and then one of us would throw another stick on 
the fire or move the sticks around to give the most heat. Mr. Eyers 
looked at his watch and said it was 10 o'clock. I looked at mine and 
found him to be correct. The time had slipped away. We had enjoyed 
a very pleasant evening, and as we were dried out we spread our 
blankets and said "Good night." 

I dreamed of all the Happy Hunting Grounds and when I awoke 
my watch said it was 4 o'clock. I got up and stirred the fire a little 
by pulling the remainder of the logs together and throwing on some 
more sticks. Mr. Eyers sat up and asked if it was time to get up. 
He looked at the time and suggested that we put on the coffee and 
get ready for the day and get an early start for the ridge above. 

"Here is to the buck that falls today," I heard Mr. Eyers say. I 
lost no time in getting in on that, "Here is to the buck." 

We ate a hearty breakfast and by daybreak were packed ready 
to move. The wind was coming up and we were at a loss to know 
what the day would be. We started for the top of the ridge and 
had not gone far until the snow and rain began to fly. As we neared 
the top the stronger the wind and it looked at times that we had no 
show to see any game. The wind was so strong that we had to look 
out for falling branches and the dead trees in the burn. A dense fog 
had settled and we could not see more than one hundred yards at 

We traveled to the southwest around the northwest slope of the 
mountain and saw very few signs of deer. The fog lifted for a minute 
or so and we had a chance to look around and saw a strip of small 
timber farther to the west. This strip of timber ran down a ridge to 


the north and toward the Columbia River and looked like it would 
afford more shelter than the dead snags in the burn, so we turned 
our steps that way. On reaching the timber we found good feed and 
shelter for the deer and also some fresh signs. 

We started down the ridge and I often remarked about the fine 
feeding grounds for the deer. The underbrush was scattering and one 
could travel without much trouble. As the fog was heavy we had 
to go slow and watch very careful lest we start our game without 
seeing it. 

We had gone but a short distance down this timbered ridge when 
I saw something jump. I throwed my rifle up and looked carefully, and 
at the second jump I saw it had horns. I said, "Deer," to give Mr. Eyers 
a chance in case he did not see it, and as the buck came in sight on the 
third jump I had a good bead on him and fired. I did not see him jump 
again so I thought I had him down. We went to where we last saw 
him, but no buck could be found. On looking around we found that 
he had changed from a jump to a trot. His tracks were very plain 
in places, but we were not able to follow him very far by his tracks 
on account of the fallen leaves and sticks, and there was no blood to 
be found. We spent some time figuring on the way he turned and 
decided to separate and cover the ridge on our way down. About 
three hundred yards below and to my left I saw him walk out from 
behind a small fir tree. He was not far away and was walking with 
his head down. I planted a piece of hot lead in his shoulder and he was 
down to stay. 

He was a fine big buck, a three-point on a side, and a very heavy 
set of horns. "Here is to the buck," we said with a smile. 

It was almost 12 o'clock, and while we were dressing the buck we 
heard the noon train on the O.-W. R. R. & N. go east. It sounded 
very close and I suggested that we go out that way and find a downhill 
route to take the deer out and have some one meet us on the Columbia 
River Highway. This sounded very good to Mr. Eyers, so we put 
the deer in a good place for the night and started down the ridge. 
The fog was so heavy that we were not isure of just where we were 
or of the distance to the highway. We knew that the country we had 
traveled over was very hard to pack over and very much up hill for 
most of the way. The buck was more than we could pack and we 
were not going to leave a pound of meat or hide in the woods. It 
was now one o'clock and we started down the ridge we were on 
expecting to find the highway not far below. The ridge ran out 
to a point where two creeks ran together, so we crossed over to the 
next ridge. Looking through the fog I thought I saw the brow of 
the hill and suggested that it was the cliff above the highway. We 
traveled some distance when Mr. Eyers said that we must have 
passed that cliff, as we were still gc^ng down the ridge. This ridge 
ran out betwen two creeks and we had to cross over to the next one. 

We came to the cliff above the Columbia River Highway just at 
dusk and we lost no time in finding a way down, which was a steep 
climb. Neither of us could recognize the point we came down over, 
so we set out up the highway knowing we would come to a station 
before going far. After we had covered about three miles we came 
to Viento. We waited for the east-bound local on the O.-W. R. R. & 
N. and were soon back to Hood River. We had decided during the 
afternoon that we would not bring the deer out down hill, but would 
take another man in with us the next day and pack him to the top 
of the ridge and over the other side. 


We went from the Hood River station to the home of Mr. Eyers 
by auto and made ready for the trip over the ridge after our buck. 
We had a good rest and got an early start with the team and wagon 
and a third man to help us pack out. We went up the Green Point 
road to where we had turned off toward the mountain two days before 
and left the wagon. We put the pack saddles on the horses and 
started for the top of the ridge, taking the same route as we had 
taken before. The horses were used to such traveling and had no 
trouble in getting over fallen timber and through the underbrush. 
The horses were tied in a clump of second growth fir where there was 
shelter from the wind and rain and a manger formed by two logs 
laying close together. 

Leaving the horses, we took as near a short cut to the deer as 
possible. The weather was clearing up and the balance of the day 
looked very promising for nice weather. 

On reaching the place where we had left the deer the day before 
we found that there had been a visitor during the night. The offal 
of the deer had been cleaned up and the blood licked off the log that 
we had laid him over to drain out. Where the fir needles and fallen 
leaves were cleared away by us in tramping around the deer while 
working with it the bear tracks were very plain. He must have 
been satisfied with what he had eaten, for he did not touch the deer 
at all. He may have been figuring on the deer for his next meal, but 
we were not prepared to stay and watch for him. We skinned the 
deer out and cut it up, being very careful not to get the meat down 
in the fir needles and the dirt, packed it in our packsacks and started 
for the horses. We had the meat, hide, head and horns, and if there 
was more we would have packed it too, although we had about as 
much as we could travel under for such a steep climb. It was now 
one o'clock and the sun shining, the wind was blowing enough to 
keep us cool under our packs. Some hard work followed and we 
rested often, arriving at the horses at six o'clock. 

The horses had been there before and semed to know that we had 
game. When about in shouting distance from them Mr. Eyers called 
to them and they answered with a snort and a whinny. The pack 
down the ridge to the wagon was the hardest part of the trip as 
the horses were ready to go on the jump and the moon did not give 
much light. However, we could follow the trail most of the way by 
landmarks such as extra large trees, clumps of second growth fir and 
the outline of the hills against the sky. The wagon was a welcome 
sight at nine o'clock and the horses smelled the grain in their bags. 
While the horses were eating the grain we took the packs off and 
harnessed up, ate the remainder of our sandwiches and made ready 
to start. We arrived at Mr. Eyers' place at eleven o'clock, horses 
and men tired out. 

The next morning we laid the head and my packsack on an apple 
box, leaned my rifle against the horns and took the picture. Buck 
weighed 187% pounds. 

"Here is to the Buck we get in 1916," we said with a smile. 



By Dr. M. H. Oyamada, of Portland. 

Four thousand miles across the Pacific Ocean there is an island 
country called Japan and spelled N-I-P-P-O-N. Full of mountains, 
streams and lakes allow her inhabitants to fish within one's striking 
distance. As far as I know there is no country that has so many 
different kinds of fish as Japan has. One going for an outing gen- 
erally brings home ten or more kinds of fish, all good eating. The 
country is thickly populated, and fish being the common food, there 
are no fish laws or limit. Of course, for hunting there are laws much 
the same as here, but anglers get off easy (even foreigners) not hav- 
ing to have a license. In spite of everybody indulging in fishing the 
supply is abundant. The fish are extremely cunning and you must 
use the lightest tackle available. For instance, the line must be 
fine, mist colored silk with ten or eight feet of knotless leader and 
hooks are tied with single horse hair (gray hair of the tail). You 
can make the rods to suit your case, for bamboo sticks are easy to get. 
NO bright trimmings are welcomed on the rod. Usually the rod is 
smoked somewhat to make it dark. In reels avoid bright metal or 
the click. Hooks are rather small and sinkers and float about the 
same as used here. Now the tackle is ready. 

For bait angleworms, insects, silk worms (dried), flies, frogs 
and wood worms in river fishing, and shell fish, fish meat and rock 
worms for the ocean. One peculiar way of fishing is to use one of 
the species alive as a fighter or champion. Pass two lines through 
both sides of its gills and tie them at the tail, putting a small tripple 
hook at the end of the line, then turn the fish loose in the river using 
a fine line. Fish of the same species will come and strike him with 
the result that they are snagged. In this kind of fishing the angler 
must be skilled in handling the champion or he will be overcome by 
the enemy and play out. 

Night fishing with the bell-rod is another interesting sport. Small 
silk net casting and various ways of trapping are common there. 
Spearing in the winter is great sport too, but I have not the time to 
explain all. Now I will tell you a true fish story. If it sounds 
fishy in any way the reader can take it as he sees fit. 

Two years ago I took a trip to my old home, not forgetting to take 
along the Heddon rod and accessories so I could try the old pastime, 
fishing. I was busy calling on old friends whom I had not seen or 
heard from for seven years when I first left Japan for the United 
States. I found most of them were married and rearing families and 
their conversation dwelt more of politics, housekeeping, irrigation 
and money making. You know fishing over there is more for the 
youth and grandpa's pastime. One April day I visited a friend 
whom I used to go to school with and found him to be the head of 
the agricultural department of the county headquarters. He said he 
did more hunting than fishing but would go fishing the next day for 
my sake. I got full information of funa (wide-mouth fish of the bass 
family). Coming home I met an old man called Jiu, who used to fish 
a great deal and cared for nothing in this world but to fish and eat. 
He sleeps but little and could talk of fishing all night and would 
be the first one to be at the spot where we had arranged to meet next 
morning and then fish all day. Well, when I met him he hardly 
recognized me, but I spoke first and asked him to join our party the 
next day. He said he would not miss the pleasure of the trip at any 
cost. I told him to meet us at our home at 4:30 in the morning. 


I was awaken by my mother's, whispering and thought something 
very serious had happened, for I saw her with a revolver in her hand 
trying to get to the front door. I stopped her and asked what the 
trouble was. She said a burglar is going to dynamite the house. So 
I jumped up and investigated through the look-out window. I saw a 
dark object on the stoop down near the front steps lighting matches 
occasionally. Taking a good look I saw it was only old Jiu sitting 
there smoking while waiting for me. Mother, not knowing of my 
fishing trip and his coming to meet me, thought it was a burglar, and 
I can't say that I blamed her a bit, for it was quarter past 2 in the 
morning. I opened the door and invited him in and talked about 
fishing asking him hundreds of questions concerning things since my 
absence. At three-thirty Kino came equipped with carp-webbed bait 
box and a 10-foot rod. Jiu was to supply all the worms we needed. 
So we started as if we were ten years young, even Jiu felt younger. 
His voice often broke his bass key and jumped up to tenor tone. 

We came to Dakoku Ike (Snake Gulch) where two streams form a 
big pool and the water is as clear as crystal and very deep. I sat 
down at a likely spot and the creeking of my reel attracted my com- 
panions' attention, and it took me a good half hour explaining Ameri- 
can tackle. With envious eyes they watched me put a fat juicy 
worm on the hook and drop it in. The three of us kept silent a while 
eagerly watching our rods as all anglers do. With the rising of the 
sun a soft breeze sprang up scented with the perfume of cherry blos- 
soms. The birds were beginning to sing in the flower-covered meadow. 
I could not help being impressed with the change from this scene 
to that of America with its street cars and autos where I had been 
for seven years. All of a sudden I heard my reel sing and before 
I could grab the rod the tip went down and touched the water. I 
had something hooked. (Here I must explain that when one goes, 
fishing in Japan you don't know what kind of a fish you have until 
he is landed for there are so many kinds in all the streams. When 
you get something different from what you contemplated you call 
it an odd customer.) I played with my fish as we do with trout or 
steelhead and waited for it to get tired before pulling in. It was not 
five minutes before my line snapped. The other two laughed heartily, 
for it amused them after my boasting what my line could hold, and 
I felt cheap too. Nobody got another bite for quite a while, but when 
the clouds gathered thick and threatened a warm rain Jiu hooked 
one about 10 inches long, a four-year funa. Then I landed two in 
succession and one was four-year and the other five-year funa. Kino 
was out of luck not getting a bite, so he started to talk about 
hunting, but I was engrossed with fishing and paid no attention to 
him. Soon after he got three. Later in the afternoon the sun came 
out sending forth lazy rays of spring warmth causing Jiu to become 
sleepy and he was soon nodding. Si Kino winked at me and I found 
a frog jumping around and catching it I gently put it on Jiu's hook. 
The frog was pulling Jiu's float something awful. I screamed "Fish 
on! fish on!" in genuine Oregon City tone. On waking he grabbed 
his pole and lifting it up very laboriously, said: "I got big one." We 
laughed as heartily as children do. But to our surprise I could see 
something very big splashing the water and fighting viciously. Finally 
Jiu landed a four-pound catfish. Then the laugh was on us. Evi- 
dently the live frog attracted the attention of the catfish and grabbed 
it before Jiu grabbed the pole. Thus we ended our fishing toward 
evening having caught thirty-seven fish of five different species and 
satisfied my long desire of fishing in the Flowery Kingdom. 



[Note. — The letter offering below accompanied the manuscript of this story, 
Oregon Sportsman will be the judge as well as the jury to determine the question.] 

Hayward, Cal., March 14, 1916. 
Carl D. Shoemaker, State Game Warden, Portland, Or. 

My Dear Sir — I am sending you an article on "Practical Game 
Conservation." It may be a little bit radical, but it is what I have been 
preaching in the different papers for the last twenty years, and is the 
only practical solution to the question. Have been very busy with fifty 
mallard hens, hence this delay. 

This is written from a California standpoint and will deal with 
conditions found here, in the vicinity of San Francisco Bay, and the 
Sacramento and San Joaquin River districts, where twenty-five years 
ago, the webfeet lived and bred in countless millions, where birds 
could be had for the shooting in any kind of weather. 

No gun license, night and day shooting, no bag limit, few game 
wardens and hardly a conviction in the courts, for any offender of the 
fish or game laws. Too late we realized that making game laws, 
arresting offenders which we could not convict and ourselves going to 
the marsh and bringing home more game than we could use, was 
making a big hole in the duck supply of the state; but protection on 
paper, without propagation among the ducks, give us the conditions 
as they exist today, which are not very flattering, in regard to any 
attempt of conservation of the duck and shore birds of California. 
What is true of this place is repeated, or has been repeated, all over 
the United States, which at one time contained a greater number of 
game birds than any country in the world. 

The conditions as we find them today in California, with few 
exceptions, will be found to exist in all the states. 

In the year 1914, California issued nearly 160,000 hunting licenses, 
had 117 paid men working for the commission, a hundred (and then 
some) fish and game laws, and in the last twenty-five years little or 
no attempt made for propagation and restoring the duck to the 

Just how long the 97 per cent of the license holders will pay their 
dollar so that the 3 per cent may have the ducks and sport is a 

California may well be proud of her record in the conservation of 
her fish, as well as many other states; not a creek, river or lake 
where conditions are anywhere near right but what will be found 
stocked with fish suitable to its waters, but the conservation of the 
fish came not by making laws, but by making fish. 

The sport fishing of today would be in exactly the same condition 
as the game bird shooting if we were taking all the fish produced in 
a natural way, with no attempt to relieve the great drain or toll col- 
lected by the millions of fishermen, by artificial propagation. 

The conservation of our game and food fish has been a strictly 
business transaction, while with the exception of a few states the 
conservation of our game has been a costly experiment, making game 
laws instead of game birds. In California we have released from our 
state game farm one game bird for every forty-four square miles of land 
in the state; not a very good prospect for the hunter to see results, if 
he has to walk over forty-four miles of California looking for that bird. 


No one of the present day will question that the artificial propaga- 
tion of our fish has not been more than successful in every way, and 
the same field is wide open for the artificial propagation of game 
birds with the results in sight at all times. 

The rich sportsmen of San Francisco are today paying more for a 
duck pond to shoot on than it would cost to raise four times the number 
of ducks they have a chance to shoot at,- and instead of taking home a 
mixed string of spoon bill, teal and mud hens, they could show to their 
friends a limit of big fat mallards at half the cost. New York and 
Massachusetts gun clubs by the score are raising more ducks, quails 
and pheasants on their preserves than they are shooting, the surplus 
being sold on the market to help pay expenses. This is conservation. 
This is conservation, when the production is more than the con- 
sumption, and it is the only answer to the question. A few more facts 
and I will close. 

There was never a gun made that exterminated our game; it has 
always been man. The club and the net were far more deadly among 
the passenger pigeon than the most modern automatic could have 
been. It is simply man; not gun. Game laws, game wardens, arrests, 
convictions and fines are necessary for the protection of the game; but 
for many years we have tried to restore our wild life by legislation; is 
it not now time that we follow the same wise plan adopted by the 
different commissions in the conservation of our fish? 

If you can buy your birds cheaper from, the game farmer than you 
can raise them on your state game farms, or by contract (as you in 
Oregon have done), then do away with the state game farm; buy your 
birds of the private breeder; spend half the money derived from the 
sale of hunting licenses for game birds and you will have struck a 
method of conservation that will be popular with the three million 
hunters of the country, who will never object to the money so spent, 
as they can see results and are getting something for their money. Do 
this and let the rich gun clubs of the coast follow the lead of their 
New York brethren and raise some of the birds they are killing. 

The conservation of our fish came through artificial propagation. 
The restoring of our wild game birds must come in the same way. 
The game farmer solves this and the greater problem — game for every- 
body. As man was the destroyer, so must he be the restorer. 

FRED D. HOYT, Hay ward, Cal. 



Carl G. Johnson Tells Why You Should Leave the Trout in Big Lake for Awhile. 

It was with a feeling that the worst had happened that I read in the 
last Sportsman a vivid description of the wonderful fishing to be had 
in Big Lake and the surrounding lakes. Being one of those responsible 
in starting the planting of trout in the Cascade Mountain lakes, of 
which there are several hundred, I have watched carefully their pro- 
gress and growth, and it is with sincere regret that I am told and 
now see published stories and pictures of the big catches of the same 
trout that were transported at a great expense of money and labor by 
pack horses, over many miles of rough mountain trails. 

A party of three men caught several hundred trout out of Santiam 
Lake in the summer of 1913 — one year after planting. They reported 
that these trout were of uniform size averaging about eleven inches 
in length. These were the fish planted the year previous and were 
never given a chance to spawn. 

Big Lake was stocked with Eastern brook trout in 1913. In the 
course of a year the fish had attained an average length of nearly 
twelve inches. Last summer, only two years after they had been liber- 
ated, they had grown to be as large as eighteen and one-quarter inches. 
Good fishing in a great many of these truly wonderful lakes has been 
delayed for many years as a result of fishermen catching the original 
fish before they have had time to spawn. Pansy Lake, near Bagsby 
Hot Springs, is an example, and a little farther south, near Pike's Peak, 
Mushkoko Lake. Both were stocked in 1912. Many hundreds were 
caught in 1913 out of each lake and the rest were practically all caught 
in the summer of 1914. It is to be hoped that some escaped. A friend, 
at my request, tried Pansy Lake last summer, but he could not get a 
rise, although he tried spoons, dry flies and bait. 

In the article referred to above the author makes the statement, in 
appreciation of the work of the Fish and Game Commission, that "if 
there are any doubting Thomases who think the fish hatcheries are 
not a good asset and not worthy of their support, they should give this 
and the surrounding lakes the 'once over' and be satisfied." It occurs 
to me that our appreciation of the work of the commission would be 
better shown by allowing the natural propagation to continue until 
well established, as was intended, rather than by undoing what has 
already been accomplished. The only protection which these young 
fish have at present is the inaccessibility of the lakes and the fact that 
their location is not generally known to sportsmen. Those mountain 
lakes are natural spawning grounds for trout, with abundant food and 
being free from other fish, so that, if given a fair chance to increase, 
the angling will be second to none in the whole country. 

There are between twenty-five and forty lakes which have not as 
yet been stocked and it is to be hoped that the Oregon Fish and Game 
Commission will complete the task that was so well begun by Mr. 
Finley, Mr. Cranston and the 1912 commission. In this connection let 
me suggest that suitable notices, giving the date of planting, posted 
near these lakes for the benefit of the uninformed, would assist ma- 
terially in this effort. 

Let us then refrain from catching any large number of trout from 
those recently stocked, and in a few years' time we will have most 
excellent sport that will also be permanently established, and the joy 
of landing a large speckled beauty will not be marred by the thoughts 
of depriving fellow sportsmen in future years of that same pleasure. 
"It never pays to eat the nest egg or the seed potatoes." 



By Seth B. Dodge, Jr. 

Being an interested reader of the stories in The Oregon Sportsman, 
I would like to contribute the experience of myself and party of 
friends on a bear hunt near Dolph, Oregon, Tillamook County. 

I was informed one day by mail that a bear had been sighted in 
that neighborhood, and as I when a boy had spent the bigger part of 
my time in that vicinity, knew the different canyons and trails thor- 
oughly, decided to interest a few of my Newberg friends on a chase 
I knew they would greatly enjoy. 

In the party that left Newberg by auto that 10th day of October, 
beside myself, was I. W. Hill, Earl Hutzen, O. O. Smith and Dr. P. P. 
Hawkins, all glad to get away from the dull care of business, yet 
fully realizing that combined with a week of pleasure would be many 
a tiresome footstep and a bed as hard as steel and minus springs. 

We had hardly arrived at our destination till we fully appreciated 
the value of a first-class restaurant man, for it was only a short time 
till Smith had the bacon and eggs cooked in "Hof Brau" style and it 
is needless to say he was unanimously appointed head chef during 
our stay. 

As I had previously made arrangements for pack horses at Dolph, 
after a night's sleep and an early breakfast all was ready for the start. 
Being dark, the trail rugged and rough, our going was slow and tire- 
some, but soon the sun cast its first rays over the distant hills and we 
made fairly good time. After a tramp of several miles in the location 
I was informed Mr. Bear had been sighted; we pitched camp and 
located. As we were on the bank of a picturesque mountain stream, we 
felt well assured of a most enjoyable time. 

We had not intended to start on a chase till the next morning, but 
decided to do a little scouting near camp, and two of the best dogs it 
has ever been my pleasure to hunt with had little trouble in picking 
up a trail made, from all indications, the day before, and we returned 
to camp highly elated over the prospects for the next day. 

Both taking their 30-30's that afternoon about 4 o'clock, Hawkins 
and Hill started out on a little trip of their* own, and imagine our sur- 
prise when they came stumbling into camp long past 6 o'clock with a 
beautiful five-point buck, the result of a well-placed shot by Hill. Need- 
less to say all hands were happy and little time was lost before we 
had a chance to sample it. 

Next morning, long before dawn, with dogs closely chained, we 
started, and some task it was to hold them, once the trail was scented. 
After we had been out about two miles the dogs were turned loose and 
with a yelp and jump were off. We started in to follow, but as the 
trail led down a very rough canyon it was difficult going and we were 
soon left far in the rear. The undergrowth of brush was so heavy I 
could not see any of my companions, but knew, with the experience 
they had in the hills*, they were well able to care for themselves. 
Stumbling over logs, sliding down hills into the canyons below, only 
to gaze in awe at the task that lay ahead in climbing to the summit 
of others, the chase of seven long miles soon began to tell and I 
dropped exhausted to the ground. On only one occasion had I been 
able to sight any of my companions, and then only a brief glance of 
Hutzen as he was crossing a fallen tree. 

The yelping of the dogs in the distance, a brief rest and a much 
appreciated tonic urged me on again. It was not long until I heard 


the welcome sound, "bayed," and I knew the dogs had done their duty. 
Pressing forward as rapidly as conditions would permit, I soon got a 
glimpse of the big black monster and, standing there as he was, on a 
large log with the dogs occupying most of his attention, I felt well 
repaid to know in a short time I would be the proud possessor of the 
beauty's hide. 

I was handicapped by a heavy undergrowth of brush, so could not 
get a clear view, and as I broke a twig in order to get a good shot he 
leaped off the log. A shot from my 30-30 missed completely, but the 
dogs kept on crowding and soon had him on the defense directly above 
me. A good clear shot in the side failed to make any impression and 
two more in rapid succession seemed only to make him more angry 
and vicious. With a loud and angry bawl he reared on his hind legs, 
fell off the rocks on which he was standing and came rolling down 
the hill directly toward me. Imagine my surprise when he finally 
gathered himself together and started off to another canyon, leaving 
a trail of blood that was easily followed and which showed he had been 
severely wounded. 

I soon came upon him securely hidden in a hole by an uprooted 
tree and it was difficult for the dogs to get him out. At last, after 
much effort on the part of the dogs, he came charging out and before 
I could hardly realize what had happened had stuck his brownish nose 
up over the huge log behind which I was standing. Knowing full well 
that I was in close quarters and that he was not to be fooled with, I 
pressed my gun close to his brisket and fired, but he was mad enough 
to eat bullets and the only consolation I got was an angry growl and 
vicious lunge toward me. When for some reason a shell from my 
gun failed to explode I turned to make a hasty retreat and in doing 
so stumbled over a log and my gun went flying from my hands. With- 
out any means of defense I lost little time in getting to a spot more 
comfortable and safe. However, the dogs soon came to the rescue 
and with them claiming his attention I was able to get my gun. As he 
was crossing a log I let him have another shot, which I knew took 
effect, but the only reward was to have him make for the other 
canyon beyond. Owing to the heavy undergrowth I was unable to 
see him for some time. 

At last the dogs brought him to a stand and when I was within 
100 yards was able to get a clear view and in position to get an excel- 
lent shot. Taking careful aim, so I would surely get him this time, 
you can imagine my surprise and chagrin when: "Crack," and before 
I had time to press the trigger the big black beauty went tumbling 
off the rocks, a bullet through his heart. With a shout of delight 
Hutzen, gun still smoking, came running from the bushes to my right 
and, after eight unsuccessful shots, I was cheated out of what I 
surely thought would be mine. 

After skinning the animal we started on our tiresome tramp 
back to camp, and I had little to say. The other members of our 
party had given up the chase long before and were in camp on our 

While we were successful in getting a number of deer before 
we broke camp, yet the memories of that chase will ever ring in my 
ears, and the thought of being cheated out of all honors at the last 
moment has kept me from hunting ever since. 




By John B. Hammersly. 

Most all readers of The Oregon Sportsman have had their outings. 
Some have gone far from the haunts of man, while others have driven 
their automobiles to a shady brook or stream and let their imagina- 
tions enthuse them with the spirit that they were roughing it hugely; 
but to take your provisions upon your back and "siwash" it, as the 
Northerners call it, which means no blankets except the starry or 
clouded sky above you, as the case may be. Under such conditions 
James McTimmons, Claude Bardon and myself started from Grants 
Pass on the morning of February 16th, with three trained varmint 
dogs and provisions to last us ten days. The object of the trip was to 
endeavor to find a cougar, panther or mountain lion, as the large cat 
is frequently called, and capture it alive if possible, as not a few of our 
townsmen and sportsmen remarked during the weeks previous to our 
starting, after learning that Mr. McTimmons desired to get some 
wild animals from our Oregon jungles for the purpose of later on 
making some pictures with a moving-picture camera. Those whom 
stories had been told of the cat's cunning and ferociousness doubted 
the ability of man and dogs to get to its habitat and remove it from 
its lair. But man can accomplish all but the impossible, if he knows 
the game and has the courage to undertake it. So, equipped with 
ropes and provisions, we sallied forth with my three hounds, headed 
for Greyback Mountain, where some of the cougar family are usually 
found. How the mountain Greyback derived its name I am unable 
authentically to state. However, I can state that no insects were 
visible in the vicinity, the snow being several feet deep where we 
were, on the western slope of the mountain. We had now been out 
four days. When we reached what is known as the Government Cabin, 
on Greyback Creek, we had crossed the divides of Murphy, Deer and 
Williams creeks without finding any cougar sign. As I had been 

Picture showing cougar captured in the wilds of Josephine County by John B. Ham- 
mersley, James McTimmons and Claude Bardon. 


elected leader or superintendent during the journey, I proposed fol- 
lowing the ranges between the headwaters of the creeks mentioned 
westward, which was readily sanctioned by my companions. We 
journeyed on through snow sometimes two or three feet deep and an 
undergrowth of brush almost impossible at times to penetrate, but 
we traveled on in pursuit, and selected a camp for the night where the 
snow had melted and left the ground quite dry, and after the usual 
formality of cutting fir boughs to recline upon for the night, and night 
wood cut and piled near by, supper was the next consideration, and 
with three "tolerable" clean cooks was soon prepared and sooner 
partaken of. Tobacco and cigarette papers are next in order and a 
isnooze and turn about keeping the fire going until another day arrives, 
which finds us early wending our way across ridges, through brush 
and across numerous mountain streams, which the melting snow had 
caused to become, like our spirits, temporarily expanded, for we have 
found a cougar track, the dogs have their noses near the ground and 
are at work on the track, but after several hours' following, perspiring 
and waiting, the track proves to be too old for the dogs to work out; 
next we find the carcass of a deer, which the cougar had killed and 
partly devoured, perhaps a week previously. We travel up creeks 
and down ravines for two days, finding a cougar track occasionally 
and where deer had been killed by them, but all signs appeared older 
than the first seen, two days before, and as some of our supplies 
were getting low I proposed to the boys that we go down to the 
creek's confluence, where it empties into Sucker Creek. There we 
could get lodging, replenish our supplies and hunt a day or so from 
that point. We arrived at the Grand Prize Mining Company's placer 
claims and find George Rasmussen and partner in charge, and through 
their hospitality succeed in again sitting down with our feet under a 
kitchen table with edibles thereon sufficient to satisfy even predatory 
animal hunters, and a real bed with mattress and springs to sleep 
upon. After a good night's rest Mr. McTimmons and I again hit for 
the hills with a lunch in our pockets, intending to return to our lux- 
urious surroundings for the night. Again we were disappointed. We did 
not go far up the mountain until the dogs were again giving tongue on 
another cougar track, which looked to have been made the day before, 
but sufficiently fresh for the dogs to make fair progress, they having 
to do much maneuvering at times to continue on the trail. After about 
four or five hours of this cold trailing, uphill and down, through brush 
thickets where at times we men were compelled to travel on our 
hands and knees, began to fatigue both dogs and ourselves, as the 
day was very warm. However, after crossing another canyon, we 
came upon another deer recently killed by the cougar, and from there 
the chase began in earnest, and within 30 minutes the dogs were 
barking, "treed," across in another canyon. We (Jim and I) soon 
reached the scene and found a fair sized female cougar perched upon 
a branch of the tree, apparently feeling at home and in a place of 
safety, but with all of its endowments it failed to reckon that nature 
had created man with an instinct to master. McTimmons empties his 
pack sack at the trunk of the tree, which contained ropes, both wire, 
manila and cotton, and taking one selected for the occasion, is soon 
scaling up that tan oak tree. Mrs. Cougar attempts to bluff her 
disturber by hissing and snarling, but up he climbs to within seven 
or eight feet of her, coils his rope and lets fly, misses, and up goes the 
cougar to higher branches with man in hot pursuit. Again the animal 
makes a stand, the rope is again thrown at the beast, which im- 
mediately changes its tactics, grabs the rope with its paws as it is 
thrown, and with its sharp teeth cut the rope in two in less time than 


it takes to write it, made a leap to lower branches, past the man and 
down the tree it came. When I shouted "go back," it heeded not and 
struck the ground running. Dogs were at once untied and "bow wow" 
is again sounded in the forest. It is now getting dark, the dogs are 
hot-footing it, bellowing like mad, while I take an occasional double- 
header over logs and brush in attempting to follow them. When I 
again hear the "tree bark" in the canyon three or four hundred yards 
away. I finally reach a steep bluff where the dogs are and take it for 
granted the cougar has climbed the fir tree, which is four or five 
feet in diameter, where the dogs are barking. Mr. Mc. has 
reached the tree also by this time, after gathering up our cougar 
tying outfit at the former tree. We hold a brief consultation and 
decide the only thing to do is to await the rising of the moon and 
go to camp and bring food and cross-cut saw, we having decided the 
tree was unclimbable, and we must saw this tree down and chase him 
to another tree more favorable to operate. A fire is built at the roots 
of the tree, the moon soon shows itself dimly in the forest. Mr. Mc. 
hits out for camp, about five or six miles away, while I remain supper- 
less at the tree with the dogs. Thinking the animal might again 
attempt to make a sudden departure, I deemed it wise to induce the 
dogs to have a nap by the fire so as to be fresh for the chase again, as 
they had become almost exhausted during the long chase during the 
day. They snooze on while I remain a sentry at the tree. Dawn ap- 
proaches after watching and waiting which appeared an age. I scan 
the branches of the tree when it is sufficiently light to see. What? 
Do my eyes deceive me? No! not a bit of it; for no cougar could be 
seen in the tree. I called to the dogs; they awoke with a start and 
ran down a steep embankment to a cedar tree, made a short circle and 
hit the track and away they again went. The cougar had been up the 
cedar tree until I got the dogs quiet, when it stealthily made its get- 
away while I, fool like, was looking up the wrong tree. I was soon 
joined by Burdon and McTimmons with cross-cut saw and provisions. 
It was decided that the cougar had several hours' start of the dogs 
and would be hard to catch, so we decided to send the saw and all 
surplus stuff to camp while two of us followed the dogs with a day 
and night's rations on our backs. The animal is again treed about 5 
o'clock in the afternoon, after making a detour of several miles. On 
our approach the cougar leaves the tree in spite of our efforts to 
keep it there by pelting it with stones as it comes down. They are 
off again, dogs and cougar, while we are attempting to keep within 
hearing distance; fortune favors us, for we hear the dogs driving it 
down the mountain toward the trail along the creek and again tree it. 
We reach the tree and seemingly the large cat is contented to remain 
upon this perch, which it does during the night, while we keep fires 
burning near the tree, keeping ever on the alert until the break of day, 
when my side partner again leaves me and the dogs, this time with 
a full stomach, while he enlists the services of the third party in 
camp. In the meantime the 'phone was carrying the news that three 
men were going to attempt to rope and hogtie a live cougar that 
dogs had in a tree up Greyback Creek, about four miles from the 
Grand Prize Mine. So when my two companions joined me they were 
re-enforced with five or six men and four ladies, who wanted to see 
the fun, and did, as the animal was within the next hour swinging on 
a pole while four men were carrying it to the wagon road, where a 
team awaited us to return us from whence we came. 



George Tetzie and Lewis Walker, of Brownsville, Oregon, With Dogs "King," "Bob" 
and "Trailer," and Sixteen Wild Cats and Two Coyotes. 

By Lyn A. Brown, Brownsville, Oregon. 

A brief account of a mid-winter hunt for predatory animals on the 
upper reaches of the North Santiam River in Linn County, Oregon, 
some miles above the town of Gates, will without doubt be of great 
interest to the readers of The Sportsman and the people of Oregon 

During the month of January, and during the time this section of 
the state was in the grip of a heavy snowstorm, two members of the 
Brownsville Rod and Gun Club departed from Brownsville with camp 
outfit and dogs to enjoy a few days' hunt in the Cascades. The excite- 
ment and luck which attended their trip can well be imagined from 
the fact that, after a week's stay in the mountains, they returned and 
presented to the County Clerk of Linn County the skins of sixteen wild 
cats and two coyotes, obtaining the sum of $35 in bounty money. The 
"biggest kill" in any one day of the hunt was the bagging of two cats 
and one coyote. 

The trophies of the hunt were all killed along a county road in 
that locality, three dogs being used for the purpose of treeing the 
wild cats and in running the coyotes to earth. "King," the head of the 
Dr. E. W. Howard kennels in Brownsville, and two of his offspring, 
"Bob," owned by Lewis Walker, and "Trailer," owned by George 
Tetzie, also of Brownsville, were the dogs that did the splendid work. 
Mr. Tetzie and Mr. Walker were the lucky hunters who had the dogs 
in charge. 


These sportsmen are sure that if any of the sportsmen of Oregon 
or any reader of The Sportsman are looking for a few days of real, 
honest-to-goodness exciting sport, the way to get it is to rent, beg, 
buy or borrow a few good dogs and hie themselves to the tall timber 
of the foothill country in the dead of winter — and chase bobcats. 

The farmers and stockgrowers residing along the North Santiam 
are pleased with the success which attended the hunt, for the reason 
that wild cats and coyotes are a source "of great annoyance and much 
property loss to them in the way of small domestic animals and fowls, 
which they prey upon continually. 


Contributed by I. B. Hazeltine, Deputy Game Warden for Baker and Grant Counties. 

A chapter from the life of George Trosper, one of the "Tru Blu" 
sportsmen of the Eastern Oregon country, tends to emphasize just 
what may be accomplished when an individual sets out with determina- 
tion to attain certain things and thereby makes "dreams come true." 

Some forty years ago there was a little boy who loved the great 
out-of-doors and who was also by nature somewhat of a dreamer. 
What he longed to possess, above all things, was horses and a pack of 
hounds. He finally managed to own two mongrel dogs, much to the 
disgust of his mother, and so his pleadings for more dogs and a horse, 
with which to follow them in the chase, were without avail. His sister 
relates that it was a dejected little figure, indeed, who used to sit on 
the steps and cry, after being ridiculed by his mother, and then be- 
tween sobs would inform her that when he became a man he would 

have all the dogs and horses he wanted. 

When old enough to shift for himself he did not change his mind 
about the promised joys of the chase, which is emblematic of the man. 
As he must acquire money to make his dreams come true, he decided 
to engage in the stock business, still cherishing his boyhood dreams 
of "nouns and hosses," he purchased a small band of sheep. A hard 
winter caused the loss of all but a very few of his band and the man 
who loved a "noun," a "hoss" and a gun had little left but the memory 
of the two mongrel friends of boyhood days. Here he again showed 
the mettle, which is so essential in achieving success, for upon being 
asked if he had not had enough of the sheep business, he replied that 
"the hole you dropped money in was a good place to look for it." This 
proved to be true, for he prospered thenceforth, and is now one of the 
wealthiest stockmen in his section of Oregon. 

But I am losing track of the main part of the story, for when 
his business prospered he did not give up the dream of his boyhood. 
He built large kennels, bought hounds of all kinds and sizes until he 
had as many as 67 at one time. To provide feed for them he hauled 
corn for a long distance at no little expense. He raised and trained 
horses so that they might vault treacherous wire fences and follow 
the pack; he also bought all the latest model guns from the various 
manufacturers which happened to be placed on the market from time 
to time and when asked what "Cal." is his favorite he smiles and 
remarks with his peculiar drawl that, "there are lots of good guns, 
but when I want to get Mr. Coyote I always go after my old 30-30." 

On a recent visit to the home ranch, my first in fact, I remarked 
that some of the dogs showed signs of age. Mr. Trosper said most of 


them were getting old and that, as he also was getting along, he 
thought that when the present pack had been laid to rest he would, 
at least, have to forego this kind of hunting. He believes in the pro- 
tection of game of all kinds, more especially deer, and has the reputa- 
tion of being one of the cleanest sportsmen in the community. He is 
bronzed from his outdoor life and is a perfectly physical man as well 
as mighty "good company," and if any of you happen to be in the 
vicinity of his home place, which is near Antone, in Wheeler County, 
you will miss a great treat if you do not visit George Trosper. 


Note — The following article was written by a person who helped in the work of 
saving the trout at Bonneville. Had it not been for the heroic work of Superintendent 
of Hatcheries R. E. Clanton and his efficient crew of men the trout fry for liberation 
this season would have been lost. 

The first trouble occurred shortly after the first of the year, 
when we had about four feet of snow. The fish in the ponds had not 
suffered at this time, but we were bothered considerably by the snow 
in the water coming through the pipe line into the hatchery, and it 
required a great deal of work to keep the hatchery troughs open. 
During this period the pipes would frequently freeze and several men 
were employed constantly with blow torches to keep the water run- 
ning through them. The water for two weeks stood at about 32 
degrees. During this period the fish made no advancement whatever, 
as there is nothing perceptible in fish life in water of this temperature 
or lower. 

A great deal of work was required keeping the buildings clean 
during this first snow storm, as the roof area at the station is large. 
After a good portion of the snow had melted, during the latter part of 
January, it appeared that the trouble was over for the season. In 
summing up we found that, while the fish had not made any advance- 
ment, we had held the loss at very near normal; but shortly it began 
to snow again and continued until it reached an average depth on 
the hatchery ground around the ponds of seven feet on the level. 
Although we thought we experienced trouble during the first storm, 
the conditions could not be compared with those we experienced 
during the last storm. Tanner Creek, from where we get our water 
supply, is located in a gorge and snow slides began occurring near 
the head of the pipe line and flume, some of them filling the creek 
to a depth of fifty and sixty feet. These slides occurred so frequently 
that it made it exceedingly dangerous for the men to remain in the 
penstock at the head of the water supply to keep them open. Several 
times men were buried in the snow by these slides. Inasmuch as it 
was necessary for men to stay up at all hours of the night at these 
places it can be seen that the danger was very great. While they 
could possibly avoid the slides during the daytime, at night they had 
no way of escaping until the slide was on top of them. On several 
occasions men were buried under the snow, and on one occasion 
two of the men working at the head of the pipe line were buried under 
at least ten feet of snow, only escaping from the fact that there were 
trees convenient, which enabled them to work their way out. During 
all this time the temperature was standing about zero and the flume 
from which the ponds were supplied with water was constantly 
freezing, which required a number of men continually chopping the 
ice out in order that the water might get through. 


At different periods these slides occurring in the creek would 
form dams, or jams, and cause the water to stop flowing for one or 
two hours. It must be understood also that all this time the water 
was flowing under the snow, and was twenty to fifty feet in the creek 
bed as far up as we were able to see. 

The heavy snow falling on the buildings and the drifts made it 
necessary to keep at work removing it in order that the buildings 
would not crush. During this period the power plant which supplies 
the lights at the station went out of commission and made our work 
more difficult in caring for the little fish in the hatchery, as the 
snow which had been shoveled off the roof was all piled up in front 
of the windows, obscuring the daylight and it was as dark as night. 
Frequently it looked as though the elements were conspiring against 
us, and that it would be impossible to save the fry or buildings, and it 
was only by heroic efforts by the men and crew employed that enabled 
us to save the state's property. Several of the men worked as long as 
thirty hours without stopping only long enough to grab a sandwich 
and cup of coffee. Fortunately some of the men on the ground were 
endowed with the spirit of fight and did not give up. This encouraged 
others and anyone of the employes who suggested that there was no 
use working any further got very little sympathy and was told that if 
they did not care to continue to work to go on home and go to bed. 

Upon the visit of two of the commissioners, in summing up as 
near as possible the loss sustained, we found that all the buildings 
had been saved and very little damage done; that the loss of fish had 
been surprisingly small compared with conditions which they had 
gone through. The actual loss of fish being smothered from snow 
settling in the ponds had been something less than 400,000. The fish 
that had escaped out of the ponds owing to the fact that the snow 
and ice had jammed against the screens and allowed the flow of water 
to go over same approximated two million salmon fry, but as these 
fish had been fed since November a big per cent of them would, no 
doubt, live and could not be considered a total loss. While the trout 
in the hatchery building did not thrive as well as they might, the 
actual loss is somewhere between 300,000 and 400,000 out of 4,000,000. 

Upon the break of the storm, it looked as though our trouble 
was again over, and just succeeded in getting the hatchery troughs 
and some of the ponds cleaned up when a slide occurred and took 
out about 100 feet of our flume. A temporary flume was soon installed 
and water was again running into the ponds. As a result of this, there 
was only a few brood trout lost in the spawning races, as the man 
left to remove them did not get them down in time. We then con- 
gratulated ourselves upon the fact that we had again succeeded in 
saving our fry. The following morning an enormous slide, which 
started almost at the extreme top of the mountain, came down, 
bringing trees and rocks which weighed several tons, completely 
demolishing the flume for a distance of over 100 feet, taking out the 
pipe line as well. Inasmuch as the pipe line was one which supplies 
the hatchery troughs where the young fish were held, it looked as 
though the fight was lost after all our hard fight, and that it would 
be necessary to liberate all our fish, which would result in an absolute 
loss of all our trout and very young salmon. We again decided not to 
give up< and, although the rocks were still coming down with the slides 
and it was necessary for the men to go in mud almost to their necks 
to get to the head of the pipe line, luck had not left us, for it left the 
joints of the pipe which had been taken out sticking up through the 
mud. They had been smashed somewhat, but by dodging the rocks 



still coming down with the slide we managed to get them coupled 
together and succeeded in getting water running into the hatchery 
inside of 30 minutes, thus saving all trout fry and salmon, which 
approximate a cost of $10,000. Taking it all in all, those who have 
been on the ground at the time, among them being Commissioner 
Jack of Pendleton, praise the men highly for the will and energy 
displayed during the trouble. 


P. R. Whiteside, Multnomah, Oregon. 

In the early '70s Mr. Purcell Llewellin purchased the Laverack 
Setters Prince, Countess, Nellie, Lill II. and others from Mr. Laverack, 
who had been a successful breeder of these dogs for a number of 

Dora, Dick and Dan he purchased from their breeder, Mr. Statter, 
and these he called Llewellin's. 

The late Dr. M. Rowe questions the right of Mr. Llewellin to 
call these dogs Llewellin's, and in the American Field of January 19, 
1884, says in part: "Had Mr. Llewellin originated the Duke-Rhode- 
Laverack cross he might have some claim on the whole strain, but 
the cross was made, and its excellence proven before he owned any 
of them. Has Mr. Llewellin done all that it is claimed he has, and are 
all these dogs, whose performances go to swell the 'Llewellin record' 
his dogs? Most assuredly not. He has no more right to their record 
than we have. What Mr. Laverack, Mr. Statter, Mr. Garth, Mr. Arm- 
strong and others have done in England with their dogs, they, and not 
Mr. Llewellin, are entitled to credit for. And what Mr. Smith, the 
Messrs. Bryson, Mr. Adams, Mr. Sanborn, Mr. Bergundthal, Mr. 
Higgins, Mr. Dew and many others have done in this country, they, 
and not Mr. Llewellin are entitled to credit for." 

Whether or not Mr. Llewellin is entitled to the distinction of 
having this strain of setters carry his name is of no importance; the 
fact remains that the "Llewellin" or "field trial setter" of today, 
coming down from Mr. Llewellin's kennels, is of the highest type 
produced and is unequaled in nose, speed, endurance and intelligence. 

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Governor Withycombe is receiving much favorable comment from 
the East on the work being accomplished by State Biologist William 
L. Finley, who is now conducting a series of lectures accompanied by 
moving-picture exhibits on Oregon wild life and out-of-door attractions. 
In addition to indorsements by prominent nature enthusiasts of the 
East, many of whom say they are coming to Oregon as a direct result 
of Mr. Finley's activities, the Governor's office has also received many 
newspaper clippings and comments relative to what Mr. Finley is 

The following editorial from the "Free Press" of Burlington, Ver- 
mont, is typical: 

"We cannot picture the boys who listened to the inspiring address 
on birds and animal life by Commissioner Finley of Oregon with 
moving pictures at the opera house yesterday in the act of killing 
birds. The educational value of such an address is inestimable and 
the aid thereof in conserving bird life and thus protecting our gardens 
and harvest and fruits cannot be measured. Commissioner Titcomb 
is entitled to the thanks of the whole state for helping to educate 
young Vermont along these lines." 

Below is a portion of the account of the meeting, contained in 
another Vermont paper: 

"William Finley, State Biologist for Oregon, had four reels of 
more than ordinary interest to the children, to whom they were of 
educational value, and the pictures were also of great interest to 
the wardens and sportsmen attending. Mr. Finley was for four years 
a warden of game in Oregon, resigning that position to take the 
position of State Biologist, including propagation of game. He works 
on the theory that game protection is largely educational and believes 
in spending a good part of the money appropriated for the work along 
educational lines rather than using it all for police work. 

"The first reel he showed was entitled 'Rambles With a Natural- 
ist.' It showed how best to interest the child in the work of game 
preservation and depicted some of the simple things any child might 
do to become interested in the work, such as collecting frogs' eggs 
and hatching them out, and such as watching the nests of some of the 
commoner birds. This film contained the pictures of the home life of 
the humming bird, and is probably the only one of its kind in 

"The second reel depicted the work of the school children who 
make bird houses and showed the classes putting the homes for the 
birds in the woods, the idea being to get the child interested early in 
life in the bird life, which tends to make him a protector and a better 
observer of the game laws later in life. The third reel showed pictures 
of wild animals, with the home life of the bear and her cubs, the deer, 
the elk, panther and mountain lion. The last reel showed sea bird life 
off the Oregon coast. This dealt with the establishment of wild bird 
reservations in different parts of the country and the work of the 
National Association of Audubon Societies, which has headquarters 
in New York with branches all over the country." 




Believing that a knowledge of the birds of Oregon — both the song and game 
varieties — will be valuable to the readers of The Sportsman, we have arranged this 
department, which will be a permanent feature. In this issue Assistant Biologist R. 
Bruce Horsfal discusses 


The Thrush, family in Oregon 
is represented by eight species — 
the Robin, Varied Thrush, Alas- 
ka Hermit and Dwarf Hermit, 
Western Bluebird, Mountain 
Bluebird, Bluebird, Russet- 
backed Thrush and Townsend 

They are some of our best 
American song birds, preemi- 
nently refined in character com- 
bined with a nervous tempera- 
ment. Their food consists of in- 
sects and berries. 


Hylocichla ustulata (Nutt) 

These birds are lovers of the 
dense thickets; retiring and 
shy, building their nests of grass 
and moss in some low fern or 

The nests are rather bulky, 
though compact, and are never 
without the moss. The eggs are 
four or five of a pale turquoise 
blue, spotted with rusty brown. The old birds do not roam far from the 
nesting site. After their winter sojourn in Central America they seem 
content to remain in some secluded spot from the time the salmon 
berry blossoms till the berries are gone. 

When you see, during the nesting season in Oregon, a bird about 
six or seven inches long, dressed all in brown above, and having a 
light breast spotted with the same or darker color, motionless but 
watchful, or flitting silently through the underbrush before you, you 
may know that it is the Russet-backed Thrush. Its cousin, the Dwarf 
Hermit Thrush, is nesting higher up in the mountains. One has to be 
well versed in bird lore to distinguish between them in their cover, but 
that can well be left to the ornithologist. 

If you are fortunate enough to discover a nest, the old birds will 
make no great fuss, but remain quietly about or gently scold you with 
their characteristic thrush note, "thut-thut-thut," as much as to say 
"Please go away; you are intruding." 

They seem to possess very loving natures. Mr. Finley in his book, 
"American Birds," says "Each time the thrush mother came with 
food for her young I saw her linger at the nest edge. Many bird 
mothers are away as soon as they have fed their young, but the thrush 
never failed to examine her nestlings, and I often saw her sit for 
several minutes at a time looking at her babies and caressing them 
with a real mother's love." 


Though near cousins of the Robins, their character and dis- 
positions are in no way alike. The Robins are bold, noisy birds, sing- 
ing from the house top so that all the world may hear. The Thrushes 
sing to their loved ones alone. From some shady thicket near the 
mate and her nest this lover of peace and solitude pours forth his 
praise in the morning; then all through the day is silent. As evening 
comes on a rich melodious call rings out, "Oh, Vivian, Vivian," the 
mate on her nest no doubt rejoicing in his gladness. One bird after 
another joins in the chorus, each to his own Vivian, till the woods 
fairly ring. Suddenly, as if at a given signal, all is quiet. They sleep. 

Myadestes townsendii (Aud) 

A little smaller than a Robin and unlike all the others of the 
Thrush family, Myadestes has no brown in his plumage. All gray; 
the under parts of a lighter hue, two white wing bars and white rings 
about the eyes, they fit well into their chosen habitat, the very highest 
plateaus and mountains about snow line. 

We found these birds numerous on the high levels about Lake- 
view; they have been seen near Bonneville and, of course, come 
down to the valleys and also move southward for the winter, but, 
always keeping to the woods, they are rarely seen. They do not range 
west of the Willamette valley. 

The eggs are three to six; pale ashy spotted with rusty brown. 

The nest has been described by Mrs. Wheelock in "Birds of 
California" as a "bulky affair" and, as usual, "under a huge boulder 
which lay in such a position that only two inches intervened between 
the earth and the overhanging stone; and in this low-roofed crevice 
the Solitaires had gathered more than a quart of grass, weed stems, 
shredded bark, pine needles, rootlets and dead leaves. These seemed 
to lie in a thick mat as if driven there by the wind. Examination 
revealed a foundation of larger weed stems and a neatly moulded 
inner nest. In it were five feathered nestlings. They were much 
browner in tone than the adults and were beautifully mottled on the 
breast with light brown." 

I wish that I might reproduce one of his songs for you. It has the 
quality of a harp, but with the ring and rythm of a bugle call. 

Quoting again from Mrs. Wheelock, she says: "Among all the 
forest singers, the Townsend Solitaire is without a rival; and were 
he as easily heard as is the Mocking bird or the Thrush, he, and not 
they, would be the theme of the poet's verse. Only in the majestic 
solitude of rugged mountains, when all the world is silent, will he pour 
out his soul in music; and to hear him at his best requires hard 
climbing and patient waiting. 

"In the highest Sierra Nevada his song rings clear morning and 
evening; and on a tall dead tree, sharply outlined against the sky, 
you may discover the happy singer. 

"As you watch, suddenly, without pausing in his burst of melody, 
he flies outward and upward, higher, higher, singing as he goes, until 
the silver notes fall like a shower of music which the listening earth 
drinks eagerly. His song ended, he floats down again, alighting with 
the easy grace of a mocker, and is at rest all but his quivering wings. 
He seems to squat rather than perch and is happiest when flying." 

Their name Solitaire is slightly misleading, because they dearly 
love to flock like other birds after the nesting season. 



Merula migratoria propingua (Ridway) 

Differing but slightly from the Eastern species, our Oregon Robin 
needs no description. In California they dwell in the mountains away 
from habitation, but here they are the birds of our lawns and gardens. 

Their nests, bulky affairs, plastered together with mud, are 
usually lined inside with fine grasses. 

It was the Robin that proved to me the seemingly obvious fact 
that birds learn how to build their particular kinds of nests by living 
in them while babies. Numbers of times 1 have given nest building 
material to Robins raised by hand in captivity and not one could build 
a nest, or even a makeshift nest until mated with one brought in from 
the wild state, when nest building would go on without a hitch. 

Usually there are four, sometimes five, greenish blue unspotted 
eggs. Incubation lasts about fourteen days, and the newly hatched 
young are naked, skinny, wriggling, pink little nestlings, and Mrs. 
Wheelock, in "Birds of California," affirms that "they are fed by 
regurgitation for the first four days, the adults swallowing the food 
before giving it to the young. By the fifth day earthworms are given 
the nestlings after being broken into small pieces, and, as the days 
go by, these worms as well as large insects are given whole. The 
young Robins are voracious eaters, each one consuming, according to 
one authority, sixty-seven earthworms daily. Certain it is that they 
double in weight every twenty-four hours at first, and at the end of 
sixteen days are nearly as heavy as the adults. Usually the eighteenth 
day witnesses their first flight, but it is a long time after that before 
they learn to forage for themselves." 

Until the first molt in the fall the plumage is spotted. It is at this 
period, when they are learning the ways of the world, that so many 
fall a prey to the house cat. This can be avoided by shutting pussy in 
beneath the porch through the day and keeping her in the house at 
night. Cats live very contentedly that way through the summer. 


Robins' food is mainly earthworms, but all sorts of insects are 
eaten, and, as with the small boy, cherries and strawberries are 
irresistible to them. But let them have a little of our fruit; they cer- 
tainly have honestly earned it by the same token that "an honest man 
is worth his hire," and Robins certainly work for us from early morn 
'til dewy eve. 

I am convinced that all of our Robins go south for the winter; 
those remaining with us are probably visitors from farther north. 

In the migrating season they love to get together like the swal- 
lows and usually have a favorite place to congregate in, for sleeping. 
Mr. Finley says that in one such roost in Berkeley, California, he 
estimated over six thousand robins sleeping together — coming from 
long distances. This spring I made note of several flights of 
migratory Robins through East and West Moreland when they would 
scatter over the fields a hundred to the acre, and there are many, 
many acres of open land there. On other days scarcely a bird was to 
be seen. 

No other bird sings with quite the cheery, ringing song of the 
Robin, and with such a seemingly pure delight in living. 

The young learn to sing while in the nest, though they make no 
sounds like singing at that period. Later, when they have learned to 
pick up their own food, you may (if you are listening for it) hear a 
quiet little Robin song coming from some spotted youngster in the 
cool lower branches of an apple tree or other shady nook. I have 
purposely kept young Robins away from their own kind and near 
other species and found them imitating the other species, though, of 
course, with the Robin voice or rather clear musical whistle. 

A nest of youngsters raised among the English Sparrows in the 
ivy on the walls of Nassau Hall in Princeton learned to chirp like the 
Sparrows and always mixed their Robin songs with Sparrow chirps, 
though clearer, purer and far sweeter. 

Ixoreus naevius (Gmel.) 

The Varied Thrush, also known as the Alaska Robins, are birds 
of the high altitudes, choosing for their homes the brushy, open 
stretches among the dark spruce forests where berries abound. There 
one can hear, though seldom see, these beautiful birds. 

My first introduction to the- song of this species was in the 
MacKenzie valley, on the way to Three Sisters, well up toward the 
6000-foot level. I was startled by a resonant, long drawn-out whistle, 
repeated several times, with a slight variation in the pitch, but all in 
the minor key; beginning very soft, swelling to a full tone, then 
fading away to nothing — extremely wierd and very mysterious. 

Their nest is bulky; in bushes and low trees. The eggs are four; 
pale greenish blue, sparsely marked with brown. The breeding range 
is from Northern California to Alaska. 

When the snows of winter lie deep upon the mountains, driving 
these shy dwellers of the solitudes down to our valleys, we see them 
in our orchards eating the leftover apples, sometimes in flocks, often 
singly, but always silent. Watch your bird's feeding table; you may 
see a bird or two about the size and color of a robin with yellowish 
barr on his wings, a yellow stripe over the eye and a black or blackish 
band over the breast. That is the Varied Thrush. 


Sialia mexicana occidentalis (Towns) 

Birds so familiar as the Bluebirds need no description; they 
differ so slightly from the Eastern species that it is sometimes diffi- 
cult to tell one from the other where their ranges overlap. Our Oregon 
birds are slightly browner over the back. They are confiding little 
birds with dispositions typical of all that is sweet and amiable; their 
call notes are soft and gentle; the, male is brighter colored than his 

Before the advent of man these birds nested in old Woodpecker 
holes, in clefts of bark, or any handy cavities, but they now gladly 
and thankfully accept our bird boxes and help us keep our gardens and 
flowers free from destructive worms and insects. 

Crickets, moths, grasshoppers, caterpillars, ants and weevils form 
a large part of their food, with a very small amount of fruit. 

They have a pretty habit of quivering their wings just before 
seizing a delectable morsel of worm, and of hovering momentarily in 
the air after the manner of Flycatchers. 

Where the winters are cold and long the Bluebirds are com- 
pelled by the scarcity of food to migrate, but when spring comes they 
return, and one hears the expression "Spring has come, for the Blue- 
birds are here." 

In Oregon these birds merely drop down to the lower valleys and 
in many cases do not leave their home locality. A pair nested in a box 
on our window last year, and all through the fall and warm winter 
weather could be seen going to sleep on the crossbars of the telephone 
poles; but when the cold came on they took to a neighbor's box and 
slept there together in safety throughout the ice period and up to 
this date, the 20th of March. In a certain box in Corvallis twenty-six 
Bluebirds slept every night during the cold weather. 

The lesson is obvious: do not take down the old boxes except to 
cleanse them of the old nests and mites. These boxes will serve a two- 
fold purpose: first, safe sleeping quarters; second, keep the English 
Sparrows from pre-empting the box. Gentle as the Bluebirds are, they 
can usually fight off the Sparrows if the latter have not already had 
a chance to establish themselves. I have often aided them in their 
fight by shooting the Sparrow with a .22 shot, and, although picking 
off the Sparrow when but a foot or two away from the Bluebirds, the 
latter were not the least alarmed. 

It is easy to make friends with them and is worth all the time it 
takes. Accustom them to your presence gradually, make no sudden 
movements, and they will lose all fear of you. 

An interesting method of watching the growth of the young is to 
make a box without a back and hook it to the upper window sash, 
putting a removable cardboard back on the inside of the window. 
When the birds have settled to feeding the young, this can be removed 
and many pleasant hours will be your reward. 

The Western Bluebird lays six eggs, sometimes seven. One record 
noted by Mr. W. L. Finley was of two broods of seven and one of 
five successfully raised in the year 1904 by one pair of Bluebirds. 



Nesting boxes should be placed not later than April 1st, the fence 
posts about the farm are splendid places, or on the boles of the apple 
trees. In town the best location for boxes is on the side of the house 
up near the eaves and away from prowling cats. 

I find that the English Sparrow will not take a nest box placed 
within reach, but the Bluebirds will use boxes as low as four feet 
from the ground. 




Following is the report of the Chinese or Ring-Necked Pheasants 
raised and liberated in Oregon from January 1, 1915, to December 
31, 1915: 

BAKER COUNTY Liberated by Number 

July 26 Charles F. Hyde, Baker 24 

August 10 Barney Eidsen, Newbridge 24 

August 21 James H. Nichols, Baker 72 

August 22 Durkee Rod and Gun Club, Durkee 48 

September 6 I. N. Sanders, Richland 24 

September 28 J. H. Dupes, Pleasant Valley 12 

September 25 I. B. Hazeltine, Baker 16 

— 220 

February 26 H. W. McDowell, Seaside 3 

March 8 John Waterhouse, Clatsop 3 

September 21 W. F. McGregor, Astoria 24 

September 21 Albert H. Johnson, Seaside 12 

September 21 Alex Gilbert, Seaside 12 

September 21 Charles Johnson, Seaside 12 

September 27 Alfred Dawson, Warrenton 12 

October 12 J. S. Dellinger, Astoria 12 

October 19 Mark Warren, Cannon Beach 3 

October 2P J. A. Mclntire, Seaside 12 

October 26 F. P. Perkins, Warrenton 12 

October 26 C. A. Jones, Knappa 12 

October 26 A. C. Miller, Astoria 12 

October 26 Robert B. Poole, Warrenton 12 

October 26 William Larson, Astoria 12 

— 165 

October 13 J. M. Thomas, North Bend 12 

October 13 William H. Fearnley, Myrtle Point 48 

— 60 




May 12 C. H. Hardy, Alfalfa 1 

August 29 A. A. Anderson, Redmond 36 

September 21 J. H. Upton, Prineville 48 

September 28 Clyde M. McKay, Bend 48 

October 8 J. H. Upton, Redmond 48 

October 12 C. M. Redfield, Descbutes 12 

October 23 Fred Schmitt, Alfalfa 1 


August 15 Roderick Macleay, Wedderburn 24 


April 6 J. K. Howard, Glendale 6 

September 29 Jobn O. Lystul, Glendale 24 


August 8 G. P. White, Willows 24 


April 6 Cy J. Bingham, John Day 8 

July 26 Cy J. Bingham, John Day 24 

August 18 Geo. Clark, Mt. Vernon 24 

August 19-20 Cy J. Bingham, John Day 120 

October 12 Cy J. Bingham, John Day 24 


September 6 Dr. L. E. Hibbard, Burns 24 

September 6 W. H. Robbins, Harriman 24 

September 6 J. C. Foley, Burns 24 

September 6 F. C. Dibble, Riley 24 

September 6 F. C. Dibble, Riley (Hanley) 48 

September 6 F. C. Dibble, Riley (Clerf) 24 


September 21 Dr. Chas. Sweeney, Murphy 12 

September 29 Arthur S. Coutant, Grants Pass 12 


July 15 H. D. Stout, Klamath Falls 96 

September 28 H. D. Stout, Klamath Falls 48 


September 10 W. H. Harvey, Paisley 36 

September 10 C. E. Campbell, Paisley 36 

September 11 J. F. Hanson, Lakeview 36 

September 11 C. A. Carricar, Lakeview 36 


September 14 Thos. Kohout, Jordan Valley 48 

September 15 C. Y. Mallett, Ontario 24 

September 15 L. A. Parker, Ontario 24 

September 21 C. J. Bartlett, Vale 48 

— 194 





— 168 


— 144 






March 31 Harry Minto, Salem 4 


August 14 J. B. Huddleston, Heppner . . 48 


March. 23 Wirt Minor, Portland 3 

October 8 Meier & Frank Co., Portland 3 

October 8 Dr. Ray Stryker, Portland 8 


September 21 O. F. Dickson, Independence 12 


August 15 Li. L. Peetz, Moro 48 

August 16 Jos. B. Morrison, Grass Valley 48 

August 17 R. R. Ragsdale, Grass Valley 48 

September 1 F. E. Brown, Rufus 12 

September 1 Geo. W. Blackburn, Rufus 12 

September 2 Chas. A. Buckley, Grass Valley 12 

September 2 J. W. Mclnnes, Kent 12 

September 15 John Fulton, Wasco 12 

September 15 Martin Hansen, Moro 12 

September 15 J. M. Allen, Klondike 24 

September 15 O. L. Belcher, Moro 12 

September 21 Wm. C. McDonald, McDonald 24 

September 27 Roy Philippi, Early 24 

October 10 Roy C. Atwood, Wasco 12 

October 12 R. B. Hailey, Wasco 12 

October 13 I. P. Hardin, DeMoss 12 


October 20 G. E. Leach, Tillamook 48 


February 15 E. E. Elder, Echo 12 

July 13 W. C. E. Pruitt, Pendleton 48 

August 13 Ralph Stanfield, Echo 48 

September 5 R. F. Wiglesworth, Echo 24 

September 7 Frank Duff, Pilot Rock 12 

September 7 Carl Jensen, Pilot Rock 12 

September 7 U. G. Horn, Pilot Rock 12 

September 7 J. W. Burgess, Pilot Rock 36 

September 7 Albert Gilliam, Pilot Rock 12 

September 8 R. N. Stanfield, Stanfield 24 

September 8 Wm. R. Howard, Echo 24 

September 14 Samuel Pamburn, Athena 12 

September 14 Walter Adams, Athena 12 

September 14 Frank Berlin, Athena 12 

September 21 Matt Mosgrove, Milton 24 

September 21 J. T. Hinkle, Hermiston 12 

September 21 R. N. Stanfield, Stanfield 24 

September 21 Geo. R. Gerking, Athena 24 

September 28 Joseph Hodson, Weston 12 

September 28 Geo. Tonkin, Pendleton 60 



— 12 





October 8 R. H. Holmes, Echo 6 

October 8 C. A. Hazen, Stanfield 12 

October 10 Fred O. Fulton, Stanfield 12 

October 23 J. T. Hinkle, Hermiston 3 

— 489 

April 6 H. S. Gibson, Joseph 8 

August 1 James Wood, Enterprise 12 

August 1 J. M. Fruitts, Enterprise 24 

August 1 A. Wade, Enterprise 24 

August 1 Geo. B. King, Enterprise 24 

August 1 Harry F. Battles, Enterprise 12 

September 21 H. K. O'Brien, Wallowa 24 

September 27 J. W. Hanson, Bly 12 

— 140 

April 6 T. C. Queen, Dufur 8 

August 6 E. C. Haight, The Dalles 24 

August 6 Ralph Denis, The Dalles 24 

August 6 W. O. Hadley, The Dalles 4 

August 7 T. F. Gray, The Dalles 24 

August 7 T. C. Fargher, Dufur 24 

September 3 T. G. Barton, The Dalles 4 

September 5 W. H. Wilson, The Dalles 12 

September 14 Harold D. Gates, The Dalles 12 

September 14 P. J. Staddelman, The Dalles 12 

September 14 Wm. A. Moore, The Dalles 12 

September 14 Fax Bros., The Dalles 12 

September 14 H. C. Neilson, The Dalles 12 

October 6 A. G. Erwin, The Dalles 12 

October 6 W. O. Dutton, The Dalles 12 

October 6 Geo. R. Young, Mosier 12 

October 6 H. C. Neilson, Jr., The Dalles 12 

October 6 Walter Klindt, The Dalles 12 

October 6 W. H. Sharpe, The Dalles 12 

— 256 

October 25 Geo. Russell, Gaston 2 

— 2 

August 18 John H. Tilley, Fossil 24 

— 24 



The following is the report by counties of the Bob White Quail 
liberated in Oregon for restocking purposes from January 1, 1915, to 
December 31, 1915: 


December 9 
December 22 

Liberated by Number 

I. B. Hazeltine, Baker 24 

I. B. Hazeltone, Baker 36 





December 6 J. A. Nelson. Jennings Lodge 24 


November 24 W. G. Brown, Clifton 12 

December 13 Geo. 0. Reed, Seaside 24 

— 36 

January 2 Dr. Geo. E. Dix. Marshfield 24 

— 24 

December 9 Clyde McKay, Bend 24 

— 24 

January 2 J. H. Bootb. Roseburg 12 

January 23 R. C. Geer, Riddle 22 

November 13 J. H. Bootb, Roseburg 12 

December 9 C. A. Stark, Sutherlin 24 

— 70 

November 13 Cy J. Bingbam. John Day 24 

— 24 

January 14 D. McDonald, Hood River 4S 

November 12 Leslie Butler, Hood River 12 


January 6 Sam L. Sandry, Rogue River 24 

February 9 Sam L. Sandry, Rogue River 24 

March 13 Sam L. Sandry, Rogue River 24 

November 13 H. G. Nicholson, Medford 12 

November 24 Jas. H. Driscoll, Ashland 24 

November 24 A. L. Vincent, Central Point 12 

November 25 Geo. Hagardine, Central Point 36 

November 25 Jas. H. Driscoll, Ashland 36 

November 30 Jas. H. Driscoll, Ashland 12 

December 9 Ed. Walker, Medford 24 

December 13 Ed. Walker, Medford 24 

December 13 Sam L. Sandry, Rogue River 24 

December 22 Ed. Walker, Medford 24 

December 26 Ed. Walker, Medford 24 

December 28 W. C, Kenney, Gold Hill 12 

— 336 

November 30 Arthur S. Coutant, Grants Pass 12 

— 12 

January 20 Henry Stout, Klamath Falls 24 

January 2S Henry Stout, Klamath Falls 23 

November 24 S. E. Eastwood, Klamath Falls 24 

December 9 H. D. Stout, Klamath Falls 12 

— S3 

T M B R E G o s S P R T 8 M A N 


February 6 R. A. Booth, Eugene 12 

November 1.'', L. E. Bean, Eugene.. 24 

November 13 -J. B. Lackey, Eugene 12 

November 24 Curtis Veatch, Cottage Grove 12 


November 30 J. T. McLaughlin, Salem 12 


November 12 Morrow Co. R. & G. C, Beppner 12 


November 24 A. S. Leahy, Portland 4 

December 7 J. O. Convill Portland 24 

December 7 Dawson Bradshaw, Portland 24 

December 7 Dr. C. W. Cornelius, Portland 12 


December 13 Geo. Tonkin, Pendleton 24 


December 13 A. A. Wenzel, La Grande 48 










The following is the report by counties of the California Valley 
Quail liberated in Oregon for re-stocking purposes from January 1, 
1915, to December 31, 1915: 


Liberated by Number 
November 24 J. A. Nelson, Jennings Lodge 24 

— 24 

October 21 O. D. Hutton, Cannon Beach 8 

October 21 Mark Warren, Seaside 24 

October 21 I. N. Fleischner, Portland 24 

November 12 I. N. Fleischner, Seaside 24 

— 80 

January 20 W. D. Barnes, Laidlaw 16 

January 20 Oscar Hyde, Prineville lfj 


February 6 R. A. Booth, Eugene 12 

December 22 C. B. Willoughby, Eugene 12 

December 22 W. D. G. Mercer, Eugene 12 

December 22 E. C. Hills, Eugene 12 

December 29 Curtis Veatch, Cottage Grove 12 

— 60 



January 23 Chas. Russell, Newport 27 


February 6 A. Crandall, Brownsville 24 

March 13 J. R. Metzger, Albany 72 


January 18 Geo. E. Leach, Tillamook 24 


January 16 F. W. Masterson, McMinnville 96 

March 13 Barnett Y. Roe, Wapato 40 

March 13 F. O. Parker, McMinnville 24 

December 10 O. B. Parker, McMinnville 60 


October 21 N. A. Loucks, Tigard 24 




January 6 J. T. Jones, Jefferson 24 

February 6 Roy Bremmer, Salem 24 

March 13 J. K. Mount, Silverton 24 

December 30 J. K. Mount, Silverton 24 

December 30 J. K. Mount, Silverton 24 

December 30 W. R. Davis, Salem 12 



January 16 Tom Farrell, Portland 24 

January 18 Alf ord Holman, Portland 24 

October 20 R. B. Horsfall, Portland 24 

December 10 J. O. Convill, Portland 48 

December 29 R. E. Clanton, Bonneville 12 



February 9 E. F. Averill, Pendleton 48 

November 22 Geo. Tonkin, Pendleton 24 

December 29 Geo. Tonkin, Pendleton 12 

— 84 

February 6 Robert Withycombe, Union 24 






Following is the report by counties of the Mountain Quail liberated 
in Oregon for restocking purposes from January 1, 1915, to December 
31, 1915: 


Liberated by Number 
October 21 I. N. Fleischner, Seaside 18 


October 17 O. D. Hutton, Ecola 16 

November 19 Geo. C. Reed, Seaside 12 


November 24 Clyde M. McKay, Bend 24 


November 24 R. E. Clanton, Bonneville 24 

December 7 J. O. Convill, Portland 48 







By Warden W. O. Hadley. 

Two of the finest bears that I know of being killed in my district 
for many years, were killed last fall, each weighing about 375 pounds. 
December 26 Howard Wilkinson and Henry Goosen discovered a bear 
cave on the mountain side fifteen miles south of The Dalles, and they 
smoked the animal out and killed him. They brought this bear to The 
Dalles, and he attracted considerable attention. 

The other bear was killed last fall by Robert Lasure and J. M. Lenz 
of Mount Hood, on lake branch of Hood River. This was a very fine 
animal and furnished numerous steaks to the several families of 
Messrs. Lenz and Lasure. 

The largest Golden Eagle that I have seen in Oregon was cap- 
tured in a coyote trap baited with a rabbit, near Blalock, by G. W. 
Andrews, November 6, 1915. This bird measured 7 feet 6 inches from 
tip to tip, and was mounted by Fred E. Evans, Mosier, Oregon. 

At the annual election of officers of The Dalles Rod and Gun 
Club J. H. Weiss, manager of the Model laundry, was elected to suc- 
ceed Wm. Birgf eld, who has iserved for several years ; W. A. Moore was 
elected secretary and S. J. Norton treasurer. The board of directors 
are J. H. Weiss, S. J. Norton, W. A. Moore, William Birgf eld, W. A. 
Hunter, H. D. Cates, Paul Lemke. 

Plans are being made for affiliating the club with the National 
Rifle Association of America. By becoming a branch of this organiza- 
tion the local club would be furnished free one big high power rifle 
for every five members and 120 rounds of ammunition to each member 
of the orgization each year. The membership fees of the organization 
is $1, with no dues to keep up. The local club now has a membership 
of 75 and it is expected before the season is over to increase this to 
300. The club is talking of using smaller caliber rifles, probably 22s for 
indoor target practice, in connection with the big rifles for outdoor 
work. The range on the beach will be used and arrangements are 
being made for a shoot in a few weeks. 

Arrangements are also being made to incorporate, which will put 
the club on a better business basis. 

The display of trout from the State Hatchery at Bonneville, in the 
window aquarium of Johnston & Wilerton, on Second street, The 
Dalles, is attracting more attention than any display ever made before. 


Bert Dunning, a trapper residing at Voltage, Oregon, probably 
holds the belt for having trapped the largest number of muskrats 
of any trapper in the state during the trapping season which closed 
February 28. Mr. Dunning caught 1292 muskrats and is proud of the 

Mr. Anton Flint, of Dee, Oregon, reports that on February 10th, 
he went out across his fields on skiis over six feet of snow, and stand- 
ing around a big fir tree just one-half mile from his house, he isaw four 
buck deer which were browsing on the tops of small trees sticking up 
through the snow. He said that he got within 50 feet of them and they 
made no attempt to run off. 

George W. Mitchell, Deputy Game Warden in Wallowa County, 
made a trip to the Billy Meadows pasture, where the elk are located, 
in February. The snow was four feet deep and packed so solidly that 
the elk were running around on top of it practically without food, as 
they did not care to move over to the feed yard, some distance away, 
Warden Mitchell was compelled to carry hay to them. He also reports 
that there are many deer in Wallowa County, and that few violations 
have been reported this winter. 


Harry L. Idleman, a prominent sportsman of Portland, says he 
has a friend who caught a trout weighing 59 pounds, in Round Lake, 
one of the Saranac Lakes in Northern New York State. 

As a usual thing Harry is very truthful, * the 

one we caught got away. If you can beat this write the Editor of the 
Sportsman, and send twenty-five cents for a year's subscription. Harry 


Away up in Sherman county a man a-fishing went on the first day 
of April. He was duly caught, surrounded and forced to subscribe 
for the Oregon Sportsman by Deputy Game Warden Stewart. Upon 
reaching home he told his wife about it, and she was so pleased at his 
sportsmanship that on the following day she presented him with a ten 
pound boy. 


Fish and Game Commission, Portland, Oregon — 

Dear Sir: Your letter of the 27th inst. just received, giving price 
of annual subscription to the Oregon Sportsman as 25 cents. I will 
enclose that amount, which seems altogether too small. 

Many thanks for the sample copy. Yours sincerely, 


15 Franklin Street, Northampton, Mass; 


Dr. W. A. Short, of Dufur, Oregon, claims to be some fisherman 
himself. Some time ago he went over to the Deschutes River and 
caught some red side trout, the smallest of which was 14 inches in 
length, and the largest one 20 inches. The Doctor likes to read the 
Oregon Sportsman, for he says, "Received the Oregon Sportsman all 
O. K., and am well pleased with the same." 


The "Dayville Rod and Gun Club" has recently been organized 
with a membership of forty or more. The town of Dayville is located 
in the western part of Grant County, and is surrounded by excellent 
game territory. The streams afford the best trout angling to be found 
anywhere in Eastern Oregon, and in the surrounding hills deer and 
game birds of several species are plentiful. Some two or three years 
ago Mr. W. L. Greenwell, president of the club, killed a deer in this 
section which dressed over three hundred pounds. This is a record 
for Eastern Oregon at least, and Mr. Greenwell has promised to write 
the story of the hunt for the "Sportsman" in the near future. 

Mr. Wm. Mascall, a rancher residing near the town of Dayville, is 
much interested in the preservation of game birds, although he seldom 
hunts or angles, his time being taken up with other matters. He found 
it difficult to keep the snow swept clean where he was feeding a covey 
of quail this last winter and finally conceived the idea of pitching a 
tent, after which time the birds had no difficulty in finding the feed 
at all times, and it is also said that they came to roost there. 

The Rod and Gun Club of Halfway, in Baker County, deserves 
much credit for its efforts in behalf of the birds this past winter. 
This section of Baker County possibly has more game birds than any 
other in Eastern Oregon. This and the fact that there is dense popu- 
lation adjacent made the necessity for close attention important 
indeed. The club exhausted its funds and applied to the Commission 
for aid, which was given in the way of financial assistance for the 
purchase of grain. In some localities in this section the loss, of quail 
was estimated at 75 per cent, notwithstanding the fact that all effort 
possible was made to keep the feeding grounds clear of snow. 

The members of the rod and gun club at Haines in Baker County 
are rustlers, and believe in going out after "big game." They have a 
group of five lakes situated some twenty miles northwest of their town, 
but at present can only reach them by pack horse on the last ten or 
twelve miles of the journey. The cost of construction of a road that 
could be traveled by auto has been estimated at from three to five 
thousand dollars, but this does not stop the Haines boys, and they 
are now out after the money to build this road, and there is no doubt 
but that they will put this project through in time, as the lakes are 
teeming with trout and camping grounds are superb. This conclusion 
is arrived at for the reason that some fifteen thousand people reside 
within a radius of not less than forty miles, and could easily make 
the run out there in a few hours by auto, where by the present condi- 
tion it takes at least two days. 



Sherwood, Oregon, March 28, 1916. 

Editor Sportsman: In summing up the game and songbird losses 
during the snow in this vicinity, will say that they were comparatively 
small, owing to the efficient work of our Rod and Gun Club and the 
generous donations of feed by the business men and farmers. I think 
the small song birds suffered the most, as they were unable to with- 
stand the cold as well as larger birds. This part of the country is an 
ideal location for game and fish, as the uplands, valleys and wooded 
sections afford a perfect home for the pheasant, quail and grouse; also 
the several mountain streams flowing through shady woods and culti- 
vated fields into the Willamette and Tualatin rivers make a home for 
the gamey trout that could not be improved upon. 

Our Rod and Gun Club members are a bunch of live sportsmen, 
and their slogan is "to protect and propagate our fish and game." As 
our streams have never been stocked, we are looking forward to 
the time when we can distribute fish in them, which we are in hopes 
will be in the near future. 

Congratulations on the Oregon Sportsman, which ably covers the 
field intended and should have the support of all lovers of manly 
sport. Respectfully, j H M0RBACK> 

President Sherwood and Gun Club, Sherwood. 

Feeding the birds during the cold weather. 

and deep snow at Echo., 

Eastern Oregon. 



LaGrande, Oregon, March 7, 1916. 

Editor Sportsman: Thinking that a few words to say in praise 
of the farmers of our county for the interest they took in protecting 
the game birds of this county the past winter, I will say that they 
liberally furnished wheat and fed the birds over this valley, and 
through their kindness we lost very few Chinese pheasants. As to 
quails, we have lost a great many, for they will not leave the brush 
along the creeks the same as the pheasants. 

I know of farmers who took wheat and placed it in small piles 
along the creek, and saved a great many in so doing. I have telephoned 
different farmers and asked them how the birds were getting along. 
This is the answer I received in many cases: "All right, John; we are 
looking after them, and feeding from seventy-five to one hundred 
every day." That sounded good to me. 

The farmers have willingly fed the birds this winter, but have 
complained of the would-be sportsman coming out a few days before the 
season opens and killing them off, thereby lessening the opportunity 
of those who are observant of the law. I see where they are right, 
and am frank in saying that I do not believe there is a drop of sports- 
man's blood in the man who will disregard the law intentionally. 

I believe the farmers are with us, as they have shown it this winter 
by protecting the birds the way they have. If our hunters and fisher- 
men would ask permission to hunt or fish upon the premises instead of 
climbing over the fences and tramping over their crops, there would 
be less dissatisfaction among the farmers. 

I have heard a number of farmers express themselves in that way, 
and no honest sportsman would dispute the fact, inasmuch as they 
would not contend with it themselves. 

I believe in educating the people and being lenient with all, but 
I do not believe in letting sympathy overcome good judgment; mean- 
ing by this, that should a person willingly violate the game laws, I 
believe that they should be prosecuted, but should it be done unknow- 
ingly, then I would recommend leniency, provided I am satisfied they 
are telling the truth. It is not prosecution or the number of arrests 
I can make, but the protection of the fish and game in my county that 
I desire. Every person regulates his own treatment by his observance 
of the fish and game laws. Should he insist on violating the law he is 
to blame and not the officer making the arrest. 

I believe when an officer makes an arrest he should turn both the 
defendant and evidence over to the Court and let them handle the case. 
I believe that an officer should do his duty regardless of friend or foe. 

I hope there will be no game law violated in my district this com- 
ing year. I do not care for notoriety, but simply to do my duty. 

We have about seventy-five elk in my county. Mr. Tuttle, of Sum- 
merville, reported that he saw 35 in one band in on the Minam east of 
the Cove a few days ago, and they looked like they were in good shape. 
There is a nice bunch on the head of Beaver creek. 

I think we are going to have good fishing this season, as we are 
going to have lots of water. There is much snow in the mountains. 



I believe it is the duty of every game warden to solicit subscrip- 
tions for the Oregon Sportsman, as it will help to harmonize and get 
the people together. Since our last issue I have heard several sub- 
scribers remark there is lots of good knowledge to be had from the 
little Sportsman. 

Trusting this will find a space in the Oregon Sportsman, I remain, 
Yours truly, J. W. WALDEN, 

Deputy Game Warden. 

Everett Skeans, 4 years old, feeding the 
birds at Rainier January 19, 1916. 


Benton County has come to the front with the second game pro- 
tective club. This club was organized recently with a membership of 
forty-six, known as Alsea Game Protection Club. Officers elected 
were: Roy Warfield, president; George Vernon, secretary. This organ- 
ization is strictly a game protective organization. Its purpose is to 
co-operate with the Fish and Game Department. The people through- 
out the county should commend this club- for the stand they have 
taken, as it is their main hunting ground during open season for deer. 
I consider their constitution and by-laws one of the best in the state. 


The only sport they have considered up to date will he a hunt in the 
near future, to exterminate animals and birds that prove a menace to 
crops and game. Benton County did not suffer any great loss of game 
birds during the cold period in the month of January, yet all kinds of 
rumor was afloat of birds freezing and deer being found in a starved 
condition, some with their limbs frozen to the knees. These reports 
were without foundation. I was in the field every day during the cold 
weather and found but three Chinese pheasants, or their remains, evi- 
dently killed by cats. Since the storm have seen a number of large 
coveys of Bob White Quail. This would indicate that these birds 
came through the storm all right. The Rod and Gun Club of Corvallis 
did a good work in the way of feeding the birds during the snow, as 
also did some of the farmers. The people of Corvallis and Philomath, 
as well as other towns throughout the county, took a great interest in 
feeding the song birds. Coon hunting was great sport for the boys 
during the snow. Have data on a part of Benton County, and it totals 
100 coons killed by parties for the sport. They were not trapped. 

Deputy Game Warden. 


In my travels throughout the county I find the sportsmen generally 
complying with the law. 

In spite of the hard winter there seems to be a very small loss 
of game birds and animals in this territory, though of the small birds 
the loss is greater. Great appreciation of the birds (both song and 
game) has been shown throughout this county by the interest taken 
in feeding them during the cold spell. Among this number might 
be mentioned Cyrus Randall, who has fed several sacks of wheat to 
the China pheasants; also Mr. Sam Viereck, who fed an average of 15 
loaves of bread per day to the smaller birds. 

Anglers are beginning to have some sport in fly fishing, though 
the majority of the trout caught are being choked to death on salmon 
eggs. Anglers are relying on some good catches this season, as tons 
of trout can be seen in the rivers. High water, which lasted several 
days, permitted great numbers of salmon to go up the river to spawn. 

The trapping season is over, with very small catches. Very few 
animals moved around during the snow. The Wells boys, working on 
the telephone line over the Coast Range from Tillamook to North 
Yamhill, have seen but very little sign of cougar or cat, but deer have 
been seen, traveling in four or five feet of snow. 

We have no rod and gun clubs, nor protective associations in this 
county. Very truly, G. E. LEACH. 

Deputy Game Warden. 



McMinnville, Oregon, March 14, 1916. 
Carl D. Shoemaker, State Game Warden, Portland, Oregon — 

Dear Sir: Knowing that the readers of the Sportsman are more 
or less interested in the preservation of deer, I will give them a little 
story told me by Chas. Gilman, of Willamina, a hunter and a trapper 
who is residing this winter with Mr. Stewart on the latter's homestead, 
between Mt. Hebo and the Nestucca river in Tillamook County. He 
informed me on February 8th, while on his way to Willamina from the 
mountains, he found near the Southerland cabin on Kennedy Creek, a 
spike buck, injured by some wild animal so badly that he could not 
stand. The back of its neck and head was bitten and nearly all of the 
flesh chewed off of one shoulder. He cut some brush and made a bed 
for it, gathered some moss and placed it where it could get it to eat, 
then left it, thinking that when he returned he would take it to a more 
sheltered place. He then decided to follow its tracks and try to dis- 
cover what kind of an animal had attacked it. He found where the 
deer had come down to the creek to drink and passed along the side of 
a large log, from which a bobcat had jumped onto its back. He could 
see where they had been struggling in the snow, as there was consider- 
able blood and hair scattered about. The struggle finally ended by 
their getting into the creek, which was very deep at this point, and 
the deer succeeded in getting away from the cat, then went up the 
creek about 400 yards to where it was found by Mr. Gilam. 

I questioned Mr. Gilam upon the probability of it being a panther 
which injured the deer, but he said that he knew it was a bob-cat by 
the tracks found in the snow. Upon his return from Willamina, he 
found that the deer had died. 

Mr. Gilam stated that on the same trip he saw a band of eight 
deer and the tracks of 26 others which had been driven down from Mt. 
Hebo by the deep snow. He says there are a great many deer ranging 
between the Nestucca and the Willamina rivers, especially along Ken- 
nedy creek, and that they are doing very well, although the snow has 
been eight or nine feet deep in that section most of the winter. There 
are places where the snow has been swept away by the wind, and the 
deer are getting considerable moss and brush to eat. 

During the year of 1915 and up to the present date this year, there 
has been paid by the County Clerk of Yamhill County bounties on the 
following predatory animals: Forty-one bob-cat, wild-cat and lynx com- 
bined; ten coyotes and one cougar. 

In January and February the snow storms were very severe for 
this locality. I spent almost all of my time feeding song and game 
birds. I was assisted by W. E. Martin, a member of our Rod and Gun 
Club, who is very much interested in the welfare of the game birds. 
After the first few days, wheat was furnished us by the Rod and Gun 
Club of McMinnville. The work was carried on by the sportsmen of 
the other towns in the county. Many of the farmers came to the res- 
cue of the birds and fed both song and game birds in their respective 

I have not heard of any game birds perishing in this county on 
account of the storm except a few Bob-white quail in several different 
localities. If we have favorable weather during the brooding season 
this year, we will have a large crop of birds. Q B PARKER 

Deputy Game Warden. 




By Roy Bremmer, Warden for Marion County. 

Section 40 of the Fish and Game Laws of Oregon. — "It shall be un- 
lawful within the State of Oregon in the Willamette River or any of 
its tributaries south of the East Independence station, Marion County, 
to use any salmon or trout eggs or spawn as a bait or lure while 

This is a law that has been violated by sportsmen more in the last 
three years than any other section of the fish and game laws in the 
district where this law is in effect. 

There is a general opinion by most sportsmen that this law only 
applies to Marion County. Their reason for this is because the law 
states south of the East Independence Station, Marion County. This 
only states the point where this law comes into effect, and meaning 
the Willamette River and all of its tributaries south of this point. 

Sportsmen will do well to comply with this section of the fish and 
game laws this season, because the law will be enforced. In the past 
three years the sportsmen have been warned in regard to this unlawful 
practice. So take warning and leave the salmon eggs at home when 
going fishing in the Willamette River or any of its tributaries south of 
East Independence Station. 

The Fish and Game Commission closed the following streams in 
Marion County to fishing, from November 1 to April 1, 1916: Silver 
Creek, Butte Creek and Abiqua River; and in Polk County, Mill Creek, 
Salt Creek, Lacrole River, and Luckiamute River, were closed from 
September 25 without any date being named when they were to be 
opened, and a short time ago the sportsmen of Polk County petitioned 
the Fish and Game Commission to open these streams on April 1, in 
which the Commission complied with their request, and the sportsmen 
sure appreciated the action of the Commission. These streams are sure 
to be a good place for the angler this season. There has been but very 
little violation in regard to fishing on any of these closed streams. 

A string of Steel Head caught in the Umatilla River, near Umatilla, 
by Fr*d FullingtOti. The largest weighed 14 pounds. 


The sportsmen throughout Marion and Polk Counties want the 
coming Legislature to pass a law to close all of the streams in Polk 
and Marion Counties to fishing from November 1 to April 1. The gen- 
eral dislike in regard to winter fishing throughout this district seems 
to he that the fish that are caught are spawning or are ready to spawn. 
And another bad feature of the law is that it makes violators of sports- 
men that under most conditions are O. K. An angler will go fishing. 
He .knows the law allows him to catch trout ten inches or over. He 
gets one or two ten inches or over and about a dozen from six to nine 
inches long, and he will take a chance on smuggling them in, when 
if the law was so that he could not go fishing from November 1 to 
April 1 this temptation to violate would not come to the average sports- 


Enterprise, Oregon, March 17, 1916. 

Oregon Sportsman: Knowing that the readers of the Sportsman 
are interested more in the fish and game conditions of the State, I will 
endeavor to give them some idea of the game conditions in Wallowa 
County. Game in my district have wintered very good here. Owing 
to the hard winter the snow got very deep in most parts of the county, 
but because of the deep canyons, where the snowfall is very light and 
does not lay on the ground any great length of time, we have abun- 
dance of winter range for both deer and elk as well as grouse and 
pheasants, which winter in those canyons. 

From the trips I have made in the game district I find that the 
deer and birds seem to be plentiful and in good condition for this time 
of year. 

Mr. P. O. Shirley reports that during last month, while he was out 
hunting for bob-cats and coyotes, he counted 62 deer in a radius of two 
miles square, in Lightning Canyon, in the eastern part of the county. 
I have just returned from the Mud Creek country, in the northern part 
of the county, and find the deer very plentiful in that district. The 
farmers and stockmen tell me that there is more deer in that locality 
than there has been for a number of years. Also grouse and pheasants 
seem to be plentiful in that locality, and have wintered fine. 

The elk in the Billy Meadow pasture have wintered fine, and we 
have had no loss at all. The snow got to be very deep out there this 
winter. At one time it was 72 inches in depth there, and is about three 
feet deep at the present writing. I think that any ordinary winter 
the elk would winter in the pasture without hay. The timber in the 
pasture is covered with a long coat of moss, which the elk feed upon, 
and prefer it to hay. 

I have met with the rod and gun clubs of the county, and as many 
of the farmers and stockmen as possible, and have worked on the edu- 
cational line to get the people educated to protect the game and fish 
and co-operate with the Warden in apprehending any violator of the 
game and fish laws. 

Very truly yours, GEO. W. MITCHELL, 

Deputy Game Warden, Enterprise, Oregon. 





Difficulties experienced by Warden William Brown and party in feeding the game 

birds in Columbia County. 

St. Helens, March 9, 1916. 

Carl D. Shoemaker, State Game Warden, Portland, Oregon — 

Dear Sir: Pursuant to your request for an article to be published 
by The Oregon Sportsman as to my experiences as Deputy Game 
Warden for Columbia County, Oregon, I take pleasure in relating 
some of them during the severe winter months this past winter, 
which was exceptionally severe on game of all kinds on account of 
the continued deep snow. 

During the months of January and February in Columbia County 
the snow was so deep and so generally covered the entire county that 
if it had not been for the regular and almost daily feeding the game 
would have perished, and some species, for instance, quail, pheasants 
and the song birds, I believe would have fared badly. 

The greatest assistance was rendered me by the Rod and Gun 
Clubs of the different towns in this county, they not only labored in- 
dustriously, but put up money to purchase wheat and conveyances 
to feed the birds, and I believe that the people of this county are 
entitled to a vote of gratitude by the State Game Board for the interest 
they have taken, one man especially, of whom I might mention here, 
Mr. Oscar Anderson, of Rainier; also I must not forget to mention Mr. 
Morton, of St. Helens, and Mr. Sutherland, of the same place. 

Day after day I was compelled to shovel the snow from under the 
trees in order to scatter wheat so that the birds could be fed. The 
birds had sought shelter in many different places among the deserted 
houses, cabins and schoolhouse, woodsheds, and on my rounds I 
located about one hundred quail which had sought refuge in a cabin 
in a logging camp, the weather being extremely cold. I knew that they 
would stay there, so I left plenty of feed on different occasions to 
maintain them. In many places all over the county the roads were 


absolutely impassable. I recall one instance where we bad to shovel 
our way through in order to pass with team and sled; in one place the 
road was so obstructed from a large tree, or might mention several 
trees, which had fallen across the roadway, that we were compelled 
to unhitch and lead the horses a long distance out of the way, and had 
to take the sled apart and carry it a piece at a time over these logs, 
and in many places the snow had drifted so high that our team had 
gotten down where the snow was over their backs, so in order to 
get them out we took one horse out by shoveling a way for him and 
pulled the other horse out with the horse that had been taken out. 
This to a new game warden was about the toughest ordeal, outside 
of being shipwrecked off Cape Horn, which experience I also had, so 
I feel myself equal to almost any emergency. 

Along with all of this hard privation came some very kind and 
thoughtful treatment upon the part of some of the residents of 
Columbia County. After having been out in the cold for hours at a 
time, we were lucky enough to run across people who have feelings 
and warm hearts for the wayfarer, as in many cases when we least 
expected it we were taken in out of the cold and treated to warm 
meals, all of which will be always remembered by your deputy game 

On all my trips I found plenty of pheasants, especially along the 
bottom lands, and they had become so tame that they really came 
toward us when we were distributing the wheat for them. 

The Rainier Rod and Gun Club, as well as the other Rod and 
Gun Club, did nobly in furnishing feed for the birds in ample quantity. 

I will not dwell to any greater extent upon the personal hardships 
encountered on numerous trips taken during this severe winter, as 
it would consume too much space in the Sportsman, but will give 
you a brief idea of the worst trips I had during the heavy snow. 

In one of the routes from St. Helens to Warren, a distance of four 
miles; from Warren to Bachelor Flats, a distance of three miles; 
from Bachelor Flats to Houlton, a distance of nine miles, and from 
Houlton to Columbia City, a distance of three miles — I covered all of 
this in one day, feeding the birds as I went along. 

The next day I traveled with a team from Rainier to Apiary, a 
distance of nine miles, and from that point to Deleaner, a distance of 
six miles, and from there to Clatskanie, a distance of twelve miles, 
and from there to Mist, a distance of 10 miles, and from Mist to Pitts- 
burg, a distance of twelve miles, and from Pittsburg to Houlton, a 
distance of twenty-one miles. This consumed about three days' time 
in all. On all above distance I fed wheat along the roads. A part of 
the distance from Pittsburg to Houlton the wagon broke down, so I 
was compelled to walk about 15 miles into Houlton, and the last bird 
that I saw was one pheasant in the road at Mist. 

After all of this hard experience I feel that I have been more 
than doubly repaid, if in no other way that I have the satisfaction of 
knowing that I have saved a great many birds from perishing for want 
of food, and while this has been new work to me, I feel if another 
winter occurs of equal severity and I am still game warden, I will be 
able to improve from my past experience. The work is very interest- 
ing to me and I have been successful, I believe, in imbueing the 
sporting element in Columbia County with enthusiasm and regard 



for the importance of educating the people in the county of protect- 
ing in every way they can the game, and I have their aid and assist- 
ance in detecting any illegal slaughter of the game during the close 

I am free to acknowledge that if every county has been given 
the assistance that I have by the people of Columbia County that the 
game of this state will be preserved to a greater extent in the future 
than it has been in the past. 

Respectfully yours, 

Deputy Game Warden, Columbia County. 

"JMIi' "»» i 

Deputv Game Warden William Brown, of Colunbia County 
"Caught with the Goods" 


Estacada, Ore., March 10, 1916. 

Mr. Carl D. Shoemaker, State Game Warden, Portland, Oregon: 

Dear Sir — The following is a sort of a general report of game 
conditions of this locality. As to, game conditions of this locality 
during the present Winter, well, say the game birds, especially the 
quail, were noticeably reduced in numbers by the unusually hard 
Winter. There are three varieties of quail here — the Mountain, Cali- 
fornia and Bob White. The two latter seemed to have suffered the 


most. China pheasants, so far as I have been able to see, were not 
so noticeably killed off. Farmers and others did a great deal to save 
these birds during the worst part of the weather by putting out feed. 
Winter fishing under the 10-inch limit law has been slack on account 
of the bad weather, but it is showing signs of reviving as the weather 
gets better. 

Owing to the dryness of the mountain regions of this locality 
during the open season for deer last Fall, there were not as many 
deer killed as in previous years, which, however, will be all the better 
for the coming open season. The present hard Winter has had very 
little effect on the deer, so far as getting feed or standing the cold is 
concerned; and they have been seen in considerable numbers in 
several localities. For feed during deep snows deer depend on tree 
moss, browse off green twigs, and evergreen leaves of certain shrubs, 
which are not so easily covered up, and are always available as long 
as deer can get through the snow at all. This tree moss is the whitish 
hanging thread-like moss so common in higher altitudes. 

The deep snow, however, drove a great many deer down low in 
the foothills and river bottoms. The only trouble then is to keep a 
certain misguided element from killing them just because they have 
a good opportunity. This practice has been, and is still to some extent 
one of the destructive practices that have helped very materially to 
reduce the deer to their present fewness in numbers. It is something 
that every true sportsman ought to try to help to stop — it is a practice 
of the pot-hunter, and the man who has no regard for the game, or 
fairness in sportsmanship. 

The predatory animals, especially timber wolves, do not seem 
to be as bad so far this winter as for some years past. Up to date 
three cougars, 50 odd wildcats, and five or six coyotes have been 
killed in the Clackamas region. Hunters of the Sandy River, Molalla 
and Eagle Creek country also have killed a good many wildcats and 
coyotes, which will all help a good deal in the future supply of game. 

Timber wolves have always been destructive animals in this 
region, but this Winter only a few straggling ones have shown up so 
far. This may be due to the persistence with which they have been 
gone after by a few trappers and hunters during the past two years. 
About five years ago they disappeared under the same circumstances, 
and little trace of them was seen for a year or more, after which 
time they began to appear again in increasing numbers till this 
Winter. Where they go is often a mystery. But when taken into 
consideration that the trappers, hunters and others in the mountains 
cover only a limited area of the mountain regions as a whole during 
the Winter time, there are a good many out of the way localities 
they can go and not be discovered quickly. Where it is so easy to 
shift their hunting grounds to their advantage,, together with their 
crafty wits, makes trapping or hunting them very uncertain and 
difficult to one who undertakes to make a business of it in such a 
rough timbered region as this. 

Mr. E. F. Averill, of the Biological Survey, wrote me not long 
ago that reports came to him that timber wolves were more numerous 
than common on the upper South Fork of the Santiam River this 
Winter, which may account for where some of the wolves of this 
locality have gone. That region is something like 100 miles from 
here, but is connected by an unbroken mountain country and it would 


be nothing surprising if they traveled that far, or even farther. But 
as game gets scarce, and they are much disturbed by hunters, they 
are liable to shift back again, or to other localities. 


Deputy Game Warden. 


Mr. C. D. Shoemaker, State Game Warden. 

Dear Sir: I made a trip to Alsea. Was very much pleased with 
conditions there. While there I met a number of the members of 
the Game Protective Club, also parties who were not members. It 
was admitted by all that conditions had greatly improved, and there 
had been no hunting since the club had been working, as far as they 
knew. The time set by the club for the hunt to exterminate worthless 
animals and birds is the last week of April. It is up to every member 
to participate in the hunt. If he fails to do so, he is placed on the 
losing side. I will make it a point to be with them a day or two. 
Anglers are not having any great success. Yours respectfully, 

C. C. B. 


By J. R. Metzger. 

All of the Wardens are requested to write a short communica- 
tion on what he thinks he knows and what he can back up. First, 
I remember when the first Chinese pheasants were liberated by Mr. 
Denny, and the people did not molest them for several years, and 
they became very plentiful in a few years and were hunted by the 
people with more care than they are now, and we did not have 
any hunting clubs, which I don't build much hopes on as a pro- 
tection to any game. What is there to keep any one from joining 
the hunting club? A game hog can join the same as any one else, 
but I don't say all the sportsmen are violators, but I do know that some 
of the so-called sportsmen will take a trip away from home and I 
think the change of air has something to do with him, and he will 
shoot everything he runs across. This is not confined to one locality, 
it is all over, and some tell me that the game laws are not right; that 
if they were so and so they would not need any one to look after 
them, and some of the people that live along the foot of the moun- 
tains think they have a better right to the deer because they are 
old settlers, and they take the liberty to kill them, and on the other 
hand they cry the wolf, bobcat and cougar and many other things 
and keep hounds to catch the varmints, and the dogs are so well 
trained that they will not run deer, they know that their owners won't 
stand for it as there is no bounty on deer and it is a violation to hound 
deer, and don't like to buy tags to put on the hides, so they are not 
worth bothering about. And all those people who go to certain of 
the summer resorts do is to ask some of those good people that 


keep trained dogs where they can kill a deer, and they will tell 
you that if you will watch the river that some time, either morning 
or evening the deer sometimes cross the river and those well trained 
dogs are after a cougar or some wild varmint and scare the deer 
and they come to the river to drink. 

There are quite a number of these well trained dogs on the 
South Pork of the Santiam. Those expecting to take a summer 
outing will find the fishing and hunting good at Cascadia and Canyon 
Creek, Moose Creek and any place on the South Pork of the Santiam 
up to Upper Soda. All are ideal places to fish and hunt. 

I ask for information: Why was it that in the early days, when 
there were cougar, wolves and cats a hundred to one now, why did 
they not eat up the game then as they claim they do now? I answer 
this by saying that all along the foot of the mountains you can 
hear the hounds running most all the time. Those hounds run when- 
ever they want to. And take deer with fawns, the dogs either catch 
the fawns or separate them and they die, and when it snows and they 
are obliged to come down to the low hills on account of the heavy 
snow these people are just like any one else — don't want to be hurt 
by the deer and kill them. Can't blame them, they are dangerous. I 
had a tame buck once and he was cross, and these people don't need 
to be afraid of the Game Warden, for he can't get over the county 
more than once or twice a month, and if he does and we find him 
will take a shot at him. He has no business around here. I don't 
blame the people around the foothills and mountains for carrying a 
gun. A saw a man plowing carrying a gun. I guess it was for 
cougars or bear. 


I take a keen delight in reading every page of The Oregon Sports- 
man. To every Oregon sportsman it should be invaluable as a ref- 
erence on field and stream in Oregon it cannot be excelled. To intelli- 
gently peruse its pages is to become familiar with the sport situa- 
tion over the entire state, and we learn many surprising things too 
numerous to mention. I think the reports of the more remote and 
isolated parts of the state, of which we hear little as regards game, are 
especially interesting. I trust a word or two of the other extreme 
will not be out of place. 

The report for the last year shows that Multnomah leads any other 
county by more than two to one in the number of arrests and con- 
victions. It is significant, for considering the number of people in 
this county in comparison with other parts of the state the ratio of 
arrests is very small indeed. 

I do not hesitate to say that there are more game and song 
birds in Multnomah County than any district of like size in the entire 
state. I will venture farther and say that within the corporate limits 
of the City of Portland are to be found more birds, both game and 
non-game, than any other city in the entire country. If this is true 
there must be a vital reason. Why wild life should thrive in such a 
thickly populated district is no secret but an open book to every school 
child, due to the educational campaign conducted by the biological 
department of the State Pish and Game Commission. The bird walks 



and lectures now being held in Portland have become established in- 
stitutions, and together with the various rod and gun clubs through- 
out the state have become indispensable to the protection of wild 
life as well as a valuable aid to the Wardens in enforcing the law. I 
believe it would be well for the members of the various rod and gun 
clubs to take in account the attitude of aspirants for our next Leg- 
islature concerning laws tending for the better conservation of this 
great natural resource. Why not pass a law like this, for instance: 
that the duck season on the Columbia River and adjacent sloughs and 
lakes having ended, it shall automatically become a game refuge 
until the succeeding open season. Such a law would give song birds 
and pheasants the best possible protection during brooding season, 
and better still, would eliminate the small boy with the .22 caliber 
rifle and the damage he does. On March 5 I encountered 17 boys on 
or near Columbia Slough with .22 caliber rifles, only two of the 
number having .22 caliber short, the rest having .22 long, .22 extra 
long or .22 special. Their universal excuse was rabbits or target 
practice. However, several dead gulls and numerous dead song birds 
told a different story. Such a law would not interfere with the fish- 
ing to be had and would give the desired protection. Such a law 
could obtain anywhere in the state where birds inhabit exclusively 
and which places are known to the Wardens in their respective dis- 
tricts. E. J. WRIGHT. 

Deputy Game Warden J. M. Thomas, of North Bend, and display of 
confiscated elk horns. 


After such a hard winter I have made close investigations all over 
the county to see how the wild game of all kinds withstood the cold 
winter. I was much surprised to find that they stood it well in 



Clatsop. I have seen several Chinese Pheasants on my trips through- 
out the county. When out to Olney I saw four close to the post- 
office and on the tideland close to Warrenton there are quite a num- 
ber, also at Knappa and Svensen and on Mr. McGregors' place on 
Youngs River they were pretty well taken care of as most all the 
farmers fed them. The deer are not very plentiful this season, the 
hunters failed to get very many as the country down here is very 
brushy and they are hard to find. 

Fishing has been pretty good. There have been several pretty 
good catches of steelhead made this winter. The boys up at Knappa 
have made some good catches. They have organized a gun club at 
Knappa with the following officers: President, D. E. Stewart; sec- 
retary, W. C. Boatman. They are practicing on blue rock most 
every Sunday and making pretty good scores for new beginners. 

Seaside Anglers' Club held its annual election and elected Pat 
Dillian president, A. L. Cole vice president, C. M. Godfrey secretary. 
Executive committee, L. C. Henry (chairman), N. J. Montag, Richard 
Brown. They are all live wires and up and doing their share of duty 
when called upon. Q w LOUGHERY. 

Deputy Game Warden. 


By Warden George Tonkin. 

The close of a severe winter finds much more game in Umatilla 
County than most of the sportsmen had faith to hope for. Hundreds 
of horses and cattle died from exposure and lack of food, and when 
we think of that fact it seems little short of miraculous that there 
was such a comparatively small loss of game birds and game animals. 

The loss of Chinese Pheasants occurred principally where the 
streams were frozen over and the birds could get no water. Several 
Bob White Quail were found dead around the hay stacks where 
there was a reasonable amount of food and shelter, but the cold 
weather was more than they could endure. The same is true of the 
Meadow Lark, though many of these birds never reached any shelter 
but were found dead where the storm first overtook them. It is 
estimated that the loss of China Pheasants was only 2 per cent, the 
Bob White Quail suffered a loss of about 20 per cent and the Meadow 
Lark at least 50 per cent. All of these birds would have suffered 
much greater loss had it not been for the protection given them by 
the ranchers. 

The native pheasants and grouse were not affected at all by the 
severe weather as they experience deep snows and low temperature 
each year in the mountains where they winter. The Hungarian Part- 
ridges also seemed undaunted by the weather. They burrowed into 
the snow for food and shelter and seemed as wise in this art as 
the rabbit. There was no noticeable loss among the Valley Quail, 
Mountain Quail and other birds. 

Hundreds of deer wintered in this county. Many of them came 
from the higher hills in adjoining counties. Toward the close of the 
winter they became very poor but since then the young bunchgrass 
on the south slopes has put them in fine shape. 


The educational campaign that Warden Hazeltine, of Baker, 
advocates in the January issue of The Oregon Sportsman has done 
much for this county. However r there are some people it seems 
who must be educated in another way. For instance, a person re- 
cently punished for killing deer out of season in this county was once 
a deputy game warden himself. Nothing but fear of law enforce- 
ment will stop this class of people. The education above referred to 
has done so much for most of the residents of this county that they 
are giving valuable aid to the deputy game warden in apprehending 
such violators. 


The deer seem to have weathered the hard winter, as parties 
traveling the mountain highways are seeing them often. 

The Chinese Pheasants, Native Pheasant and Grouse appear to be 
as plentiful as ever. A great many Bob White Quail, however, per- 
ished, possibly 20 per cent, and the sportsmen hope to restock this 
community the coming summer. 

Some good catches of native trout are reported and the prospects 
for a good season for the anglers is in sight. 


By James H. Driscoll, Warden. 

One morning in the early part of February I received a phone 
message from H. D. Stout, Game Warden for Klamath County, to 
the effect that he had information that a large number of deer were 
"snowed in" in the Jenny Creek country and along the Parker Moun- 
tain and were being killed by coyotes. As this territory is on the 
line between Klamath and Jaokson Counties and is a favored hunting 
ground for the Klamath boys they were anxious to have the matter 
investigated, and if possible, to give the deer some protection. 

Benton Bowers, Jr., volunteered to go with Walker and I and 
early next morning we started. Mr. Bowers, who had hunted cougar 
in this country for the past several years, thinking we might run into 
one, took his famous cougar dog along. We struck the snow about 
ten miles from Ashland and during the rest of the day wallowed 
through snow from one to two and one-half feet deep. 

We reached the DeCarlo ranch about 6:30 o'clock, fed our horses, 
ate our super and went to bed. Mr. DeCarlo informed us that the 
snow was too soft for snowshoeing and that we had better make an 
early start as the snow would hold us until about 9 A. M. 


Accompanied by young DeCarlo we left the ranch early next 
morning. Both Bowers and DeCarlo were familiar with the winter 
range of the deer, so we had no trouble in locating them. After 
traveling some three or four miles up the mountainside we reached 
the cliffs which formed the dividing line. Along the crest of the 
mountain the snow had melted and we found considerable bare ground. 
We skirted along the edge of the cliffs for several miles. It was one 
continual bedding ground for the deer, but for all of that it is hard 
to estimate how many deer wintered there. During the day we saw 
several deer. They were very tame and appeared in good condition. 
We found the carcasses of five deer. Their bones were picked clean 
and hide and hair were widely scattered at every kill. In each in- 
stance the deer had been killed in the sharp draws, where the snow 
had drifted deep. We returned to DeCarlo's that evening. 

The next morning we made another trip, coming in on the moun- 
tain farther east. Bowers and Walker crossed over the ridge and 
followed the deer trails into the deeper snow where the deer had 
been browsing on the young trees, but they found no further evi- 
dences of deer having been Mlled. Coyotes were the only wild animals 
we saw and concluded that they were the deer-killers. We counted 
thirty deer the second day we were out, but of course that represented 
only a small part of the deer that had wintered there, and no doubt 
there were a great many more deer killed there than we saw evi- 
dence of. The next morning we struck out for Ashland, arriving there 
late in the afternoon. 

From many parts of Jackson and Josephine Counties come reports 
of deer having been killed by wild animals, of which cougar, timber 
wolves and coyotes get the credit. There is a growing belief among 
sportsmen that higher bounties will assist in solving the problem of 
deer protection. 


By Warden George W. Russell. 

The past winter has been one of the hardest on game birds 
and animals that Washington County has experienced in years. Both 
game and song birds suffered a great deal from the great depth of 
snow and the extreme cold weather. While the loss of life among 
our feathered friends was large it was very gratifying to note the 
interest taken by the people all over the county in trying to save 
the birds during the storm. Farmers from all over the county placed 
feed where both the game and song birds could get it. In one yard 
near Banks I saw nearly two bushels of oat hulls that had been left 
on the ground after the birds had eaten the kernels. 

A resident of Gales Creek told me he found a large buck that 
had evidently starved to death during the storm. This deer must 
have been so poor at the beginning of the storm that he was unable 
to withstand it. 

On March 1st I was called to Gales Creek by a report that a 
deer had been killed there the day before. I found some of R. O. 
Stevenson's tame deer had escaped from the park and his Japanese 
buck had been killed by one of the neighbors. This man was an old 


deer hunter and had killed lots of deer in Southern Oregon. He 
knew the season was closed on deer, but was in such a hurry to get 
a shot at it that he failed to notice the difference in the markings of 
a Japanese deer and the Oregon deer. 

After the hard time our game has had getting through the winter 
it is up to every sportsman to do everything he can to protect them 
himself and also do everything he can to induce others to protect them 
as well. 



Why are the Mountain Quail getting scarce in the foothills of 
Southern Oregon? I have been a resident of Roseburg for the past 
30 years and have noticed the Mountain Quail are getting scarcer 
every year, and I do not think that it is on account of the hunters. 

I will give a few views of my own in regard to the extermination 
of these birds. I have found quail in the hills dead that were covered 
with little red mites that could have been the cause of their death. 
Not only the old birds, but also a young brood just hatched. I also 
think that the woodrat and skunk (which are very plentiful in this 
section) destroy the nests and catch the young at night. 

The Blue Jays are very plentiful and will rob and destroy the 
nests and should be shot whenever found. I believe this to be a 
question that if given a study will lead to good results, and I would 
like to have the sportsmen give this matter a thought and would 
like to hear from them in the next issue of The Sportsman. 

Deputy Game Warden. 


It might be of some interest to the readers of The Oregon Sports- 
man to learn something about the bounties paid out in this county for 
the past year. Since the rabbit bounty went into effect January 1, 
1915, there has been brought to the Harney County court house 
1,029,182 rabbit scalps for bounty collection amounting to $51,459.10. 
This amount was paid out to the homesteaders of this county. Many 
of the rabbit hunters made good wages. The cheapest way of killing 
the rabbits is by snares made of pliable copper wire set on rabbit 
trails. The majority of the hunters use .22 rifles, the average shot 
gets about 30 per cent of rabbits to 100 shots. 

Predatory animals presented and bounty paid in Harney County 
from March 1, 1915, to March 1, 1916, as follows: Coyotes, 5,635, bob- 
cats, 1,087; cougars, 2; a total of 6,724. Amount paid out on above 


animals $19,677.00, making the total amount paid for rabbits and 
predatory animals $71,086.10. This amount has been distributed among 
the homesteaders of the county they being the most interested in 
getting rid of a pest that has made farming in this county very dis- 

With the beginning of March the migratory birds started to come 
in, this county being their nesting grounds and most of them nest 
around the Malheur reserve and the adjoining marshes. At the pres- 
ent time there are hundreds of thousands of white geese and ducks 
on the meadows near Burns and on the Malheur Lake. The swan 
started on its flight to the far north to its nesting grounds. 

The local sportsmen were disappointed this spring in not being 
permitted to go out and get their usual spring goose, the Federal laws 
not allowing any spring shooting. 

Following is a copy of a letter sent to me by one of the Federal 
officers February 28th: 

"Dear Sir: The U. S. Supreme Court today announced that the 
Sauver case involving the constitutionality of the migratory bird law 
had been restored to the docket for reargument. This perhaps means 
several months of delay in a matter that very much affects your 
work and greatly interests the gunners in all parts of the country 
as well as the friends of wild life. 

"Our duty as officers charged with the enforcement of the law 
is plain and admits of no equivocation. Until the U. S. Supreme 
Court, which alone can decide the matter, hands down a decision 
settling the constitutionality of the migratory bird law one way or the 
other, it is our duty to insist on its strict observance, and you are 
again urged to report for prosecution every case of violation of any 
of the regulations under the migratory bird laws that may come to 
your notice in which it may be possible to secure sufficient evidence." 

The above letter is self-explanatory and the violator is taking his 
own chances. F w TRISKAf 

Deputy Game Warden. 


The State Fish and Game Commission will pay 25 cents a copy 
for a limited number of copies of the October, 1915, edition of The 
Oregon Sportsman, delivered at the office of the State Game Warden 
in Portland, Oregon, by the 15th day of June, 1916. — Editors Oregon 

Rogue River, Oregon, April 18, 1916. 

Editors Oregon Sportsman, Portland, Oregon. 

Dear Sirs: Enclosed find my renewal to the Oregon Sportsman. 
This is an excellent organ for the advancement of game and fish re- 
sources of the state. Kindly keep up the good work. Very truly 

yours ' J. W. SMUCK. 



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The only sportsmen's organization in the State owning its own 
home. The Brownsville Rod and Gun Club was organized March 11, 
1913, under the laws of Oregon, and the first anniversary was cele- 
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R. E. Clanton Master Fish Warden and Supt. of Hatcheries 

William L. Finley State Biologist 

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S. B. Tycer Brownsville 

J. W. Walden La Grande 

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Th Aitken Revolving Fish Screen was invented to meet the 
demand made by the laws of Oregon that irrigation ditches and 
water conduits be adequately screened against the passage of fish. 


A study of the accompanying illustration or cut will explain 
its mechanism. The Screen receives its motive power by a 
hydraulic motor operated outside the flume. A small amount of 
water is piped from the bottom or side of flume to the cups on 
the motor wheel, and power is transmitted to the Screen by the 
use of two sprocket wheels (4 to 8x1). The smaller wheel is 
fastened on the motor shaft, the larger on the screen shaft, using 
sprocket chain to transmit the power. 

This Screen will operate in all stages of high or low, swift 
or dead water because it does not depend on the rate of flow for 
its operation. The Screen should revolve slowly so that the 
pressure of water will cause any leaves, moss or other debris, to 
adhere to the screen, thus carrying it over with the stream ; this 
feature makes it self-cleaning. 

Properly installed this Screen should require no attention for 
the season. Instructions for installing the Aitken Screen accom- 
pany all screens sold. 

For further information address, 

SAM. L. SANDRY, Superintendent of Fish Screens, 
Rogue River, Oregon. 


OARL D. SHOEMAKER, iState Game Warden, 
Portland, Oregon. 




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Editorial Comment: 

Federal Migratory Bird Law 163 

Menace to Our Forests 165 

Look Out for the Horns 165 

Hunting and Fishing Buttons 166 

The Open Season for Deer 1G7 

Angling Season Now On 167 

Four Mile Lake, Klamath County 169 

National Forests as Game Preserves 172 

Southern Oregon Invites You 173 

My First Deer Hunt 174 

How the Wood Duck Gets Young from Nest to Water 176 

The Silver Run 177 

Wild Life in Benton County 178 

A Bear Hunt in the Columbia River Country 179 

Game Birds and Fish in Jackson County 183 

Angling in Marion and Polk Counties 183 

Many Trout Die in Irrigation Ditches 184 

Angling Along the Streams of Wallowa County 184 

Piscatorial Thoughts 185 

Can You Beat It? 186 

Some Cats at Silverton 186 

Items of Interest to Oregon Sportsmen 187 

Constructing a Private Fish Pond 188 

Birds Killed at Destruction Island Light Station 189 

An Easy Prey to Cougars, Wolves and Wild Cats 191 

Game Situation Good in Lake County 191 

From Other States 192 

California Cuckoo ] 94 

Mourning Dove 195 

Night Hawks 196 

Columbia County Game Notes 197 

Out Fishin' 198 

The Value of Tournament Casting 199 

New Fish Ladder at Dee, Oregon 200 

The Duty You Owe the State Association 201 

New Country Opened to the Hunter and Angler 202 

Fish Hatchery at Bonneville Best 203 

The Fishing Situation in Clackamas County 205 

Two Cougars, Two Hunters and Two Tall Hemlock Trees 207 

The Trout Streams of Morrow County 208 

Bulldogging a Mule Deer in the Steens Mountains 209 

The Oregon Plan 210 

The Early History of Gun Powder 211 

Hints to Remember When Hunting 213 

The City Man's Lament 214 

Trap Shooting Notes 215 

At the Portland Traps 215 

P. H. O'Brien of Portland Champion Trap Shot 216 

To Clean Your Gun 216 

Northwest Fly and Bait-Casting Tourney 217 

The Undersized Trout 218 

The Diamond Back Rattlesnake 218 

Sport in Eastern Oregon 219 

Notes from Union County 220 

Angling in Umatilla County 221 

Notes from Baker County Game Clubs 222 

Fish and Game Situation in Wheeler County.- 223 

Sporting Notes from Tillamook County 224 

A Fishing Trip in Umatilla County 225 

Synopsis of Oregon Fish and Game Laws 227 

The Oregon Sportsman 

Volume Four July, 1916 Number Three 

Published by authority of the Oregon Fish and Game Commission from its offices, Oregon 

Building, Fifth and Oak Streets, Portland, Oregon. 

Official Publication of the Oregon State Sportsmen's League. 


Carl D. Shoemaker State Game Warden 

Wm. L. Finley State Biologist 

George Palmer Putnam Secretary to the Commission 

All material for publication should be sent to the Oregon Sportsman, Oregon Building, Fifth 

and Oak Streets, Portland, Oregon. 

Notice to Readers of the Sportsman fJ S ce ex ?SS g es t o nd h„ c D S 

and fishing, protection and propagation of game birds, animals and fish, are solicited. 
We are always glad to receive photos that will appeal to sportsmen. The fact that an 
article or photo does not appear in the .next issue must not be construed to mean that 
it has been thrown aside. It may appear later. 

We especially desire secretaries of sportsmen's organizations throughout the state to 
keep us posted on what their clubs are doing and what is going on in their respective 

Subscribers changing their address should notify us promptly, giving the old address 
as well as the new. 



By an organized effort which was made by the vari- 
ous sportsmen's associations, other societies and individ- 
uals in all parts of the country in 1913, Congress passed 
the Weeks-McLean bill and it was signed by President 
Taft on March 4th of that year. This bill provided that 
regulations for the protection of migratory birds should 
be formulated and open and closed seasons should be 
fixed for migratory game birds by the Department of 
Agriculture. This was done and the new regulations 
went into effect October 1, 1913. 

The real value of the federal law is that the country 
is divided into two zones, according to the migration 
and breeding of birds, and the season has been set with 


that idea in view. The great difficulty in past years 
has been to get different states to make adequate laws 
for the protection of migratory birds. In many cases 
birds were protected on one side of a state line, while on 
the other side they received no protection. There was 
no uniformity, whatever, in the open and closed seasons 
of the different states. It has always been impossible to 
get concerted action by different legislatures. 

The federal law has always been opposed by certain 
so-called sportsmen in various parts of the country. The 
cry of the people has been that they did not get a chance 
to shoot birds when they were most abundant in the 
regions where they live. At each session of Congress 
these enemies of the federal law have made determined 
efforts to kill the law by cutting out the appropriation. 
On July 10th the contest between the defenders of our 
migratory birds and the enemies of federal protection 
culminated in the United States Senate. Senator Reed 
of Missouri made a motion to strike out the entire appro- 
priation of $50,000 for the enforcement of the law. For 
two hours he occupied the attention of the Senate, bitter- 
ly denouncing the law and its supporters. Senator Mc- 
Lean, who was the author of the law, replied in a short 
dignified speech and a vote to sustain the law and retain 
the appropriation was 52 to 8. 

The following senators are the ones who opposed the 
federal migratory bird law : Borah, of Idaho ; Bryan, 
of Florida; Hartwick, of Georgia; James, of Kentucky; 
Oberman, of North Carolina; Heed, of Missouri; 
Thomas, of Colorado, and Walsh, of Montana. 

A year's subscription to The Oregon Sportsman is 
25 cents well spent in the cause of game protection and 
propagation. Never thought of it in that light, did you ? 



It is unfortunate that careless parties who are hunt- 
ing and fishing, and camping in the mountains, are often 
responsible for letting camp fires get beyond control. 
Carelessness at this time is like the carelessness of the 
hunter who shoots his friend for a deer. It is criminal 
and the punishment should be severe. All sportsmen 
who are in the woods should make it a point not only to 
be careful themselves, but to lend their efforts towards 
influencing others to be careful. 

While it is our opinion that there are many careless 
parties in the woods, yet we find that the average busi- 
ness man in the city who goes hunting and fishing, is a 
man who loves outdoor life and is wide awake to protect 
our forests, our streams and our game. As a rule he has 
been educated to know the great harm of the pollution 
of our streams, the careless handling of arms, and the 
fearful results of a camp fire that gets beyond control. 

Inasmuch as August and September are unusually 
dry months, co-operation of all people who are out of 
doors during these months is needed to prevent forest 
fires in various parts of our state which are menacing 
our great timber belts which are the most valuable in 
the world. 


To prevent accidental shooting every hunter should 
wear bright colored clothing when hunting deer in the 
mountains. This can readily be identified from game 
birds and animals. There is a marked contrast between 
bright red and the color of any game birds or animals 
that are hunted. This color best serves the purpose. 


Hunters should never shoot at any object unless ab- 
solutely positive of identification. The state law is a 
good one which provides that it is lawful only to shoot 
deer with horns. The safe advice is never to shoot until 
you see the horns. It is dangerous to shoot at moving 
brush or leaves with the expectation of killing game. 
The moving object may be a thief — a legal game — a 
domestic animal or even a man. Never carry a loaded 
gun when in a conveyance or about the house. To pre- 
pare for an emergency, every hunter and angler should 
carry in his pocket a piece of candle and matches in a 
water-tight match case. In case of becoming lost or 
injured, one can readily start a camp fire. 


In New York State the Conservation Commission is 
considering a proposal that each holder of a hunting and 
angling license wear upon his clothing, at all times when 
hunting or fishing, a button bearing the number of his 
license. The button is to be supplied by the state at the 
time the license is purchased. 

Under the system in Oregon, provided by law, for 
the sale of hunting and angling licenses, a button of this 
kind could be supplied at small cost and leave a margin 
of profit to be added to the fund for the protection and 
propagation of game and fish. 

It occurs to The Sportsman that the advantages to 
be derived from wearing a button by Oregon hunters 
and fishermen are many. We would like to see the 
proposition to adopt the button system in connection 
with the sale of hunting and angling licenses taken up 
by the sportsmen of the state and discussed in the 
columns of the October Sportsman. 



The open season for killing deer with horns for the 
entire state hegins August 15th and ends October 31st. 
All does and spotted fawns, or young deer of the first 
year are protected by law. There is no open season on 
elk, antelope or mountain sheep in Oregon. The limit 
for each hunter during the open season is three deer with 

ilt is well for each sportsman to bear in mind that 
each hunting license has three coupons attached. When 
a deer is killed, one of these must be detached, signed, 
dated and tied to the carcass of the deer. One of these 
coupons must always accompany the carcass. It is un- 
lawful at the killing of deer to mutilate the carcass in 
any way to disguise sex. It is also unlawful for any 
person to have in his possession more than forty pounds 
of dried venison. 


The cold spring weather and high water in Oregon 
delayed the opening of the trout fishing season far be- 
yond the legal date. This situation prevailed about the 
same over the entire state, and as a consequence the 
sale of angling licenses has fallen considerably below 
the average for previous seasons. 

At the present time, however, the real trout fishing 
season is on in full blast and the sale of licenses has 
materially increased. It is not anticipated by the game 
department officials, though, that the number of angling 
licenses that will be sold during the balance of the year 
will be sufficient to bring the average up to that of 


previous years. This means that the funds of the game 
department for the protection and propagation of game 
and fish will be curtailed to some extent. 

Beginning with the October number of The Sports- 
man, and continuing with each subsequent issue there- 
after, a complete list of all violations of the game and 
fish laws during the preceding four months will be pub- 
lished. This will be done in order that the general pub- 
lic may be more fully advised as to what the State Game 
Department is doing in the way of enforcement of the 
laws enacted for the protection of the game of the state. 

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How it would swell the already large list of regular 
readers of The Sportsman if every subscriber would send 
in at least one new subscription before the next issue of 
the magazine in October. The yearly subscription price 
is only 25 cents. 

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It can be said with justice that the sportsmen of Ore- 
gon are desirous of seeing the enforcement of all laws 
which really protect the game, but it must be remem- 
bered that the best enforcement of game laws comes 
through the sportsmen themselves. 

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Don't lose sight of the fact that game protection 
sentiment is growing in Oregon. 

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Buy an angling license and help fish propagation. 

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Be a game protectionist. 

Save the hen pheasant. 




By Commissioner C. F. Stone 

Editor Sportsman: 

About fifteen thousand years ago, more or less, seven miles due 
west of what is now Pelican Bay, in Klamath County, as a result of 
some mighty eruption, a giant mountain, branch, trunk and root, was 
shivered to splinters and scattered over many miles of fine scenery. 
The hole left in the jaw of the range was about four miles in length 
and three-quarters of a mile in width, but the noticeable features of the 
cavity, immediately after the extraction, was its depth. Tradition 
places this at about two miles; actual soundings have verified this 
to the extent of one-half. This excavation happened before the artesian 
well had been invented, but owing to the fact that the hole extended 
below several water bearing strata, it was immediately used for the 
storage of water, and is now known as Four Mile Lake. These geo- 
logical references are most likely faulty. I do not pretend to vouch 
for such, any more than I endorse any statements made of their experi- 
ences on the trip, of which I write, by W. P. Johnson, J. L. Slater and 
Jesse Siemens, but all are sufficiently accurate for the purpose of 
this story. 

Three years ago there was a complete dearth of fish life in this 
lake; a trout had never created one little ripple in its crystal waters. 
It was not even known to contain fish food, and the temperature had 
not been taken with a view to placing trout fry therein; but waiving 
all such preliminaries, some time in the latter part of July, 1913, the 
Fish and Game Commission shipped to the lake and planted 6000 
fingerling Rainbow trout. These were brought from the hatchery 
at Spencer Creek. Reports came from time to time that many of the 
fish had been seen and that same were doing phenomenally well. 
But not till within the last two weeks did the sportsmen realize the 
sensational result of the effort to stock the lake. About this time 
Henry Sltout, district deputy game warden, W. P. Johnson, Carey 
Ramsby and Bob Robertson, of Klamath Falls, made a trip to the lake. 
They reported seeing as many trout as had been placed in the lake 



three years ago; that the fish were collected about the outlet of the 
lake and in the stream that flows from it; that for a quarter of a 
mile or more from the lake the small stream was literally crowded 
with the finest trout they had ever seen. More convincing than any- 
thing stated was fifty pounds of male Rainbow trout caught by each 
fisherman and brought back to town. The female fish had been 
returned to the stream. It was not difficult to understand that the 
extravagant language ordinarily used by these fishermen was really 

Marshall Spell, Roy Buchanan and Hon. Roy W. Ritter, of Pendleton, and Catch of 

Four Mile Lake Trout. 

inadequate to describe what they had seen. They were stunned, non- 
plused, hopelessly stranded. It was something new in their experi- 
ence in a section of the state where sensational fish and hauls were 
common. They were discouraged; they had met with a fishing experi- 
ence that was new. It could not be exaggerated. There was but one 
thing left to be done; that was to get first-hand information. This I 
did, in company with W. P. Johnson, J. L. Slater, Jesse Siemens 
and Henry Stout, on June 18, 1916, Time and method of making trip 
as follows: By auto to Pelican Bay Lodge, 32 miles; one hour and 
thirty minutes, then by light spring wagon and two horses, twelve 
miles to the lake in question, two hours. 

Two or three hundred yards below the outlet of the lake a large 
irrigating ditch has been constructed for a distance of a quarter of a 
mile or more; this diverts about half the flow of the creek, which is 
returned to the creek, unused, a quarter of a mile below the point 
of diversion. I was instructed to get over to the bank of the ditch 
and take a look into it. I did so, and while I was prepared for an 
extraordinary sight, I was certainly not braced for the thrill I received. 
My first view of the ditch covered a section about twenty-five feet in 
length, with a width at the surface of the water of about eight feet. 
Within this area were twenty-five of the finest trout I ever saw; the 
water was ice cold, clear as crystal and not very swift. Many of the 
fish were near the surface and appeared to be on the lookout for 
possible flies or any food that might chance within range. Just a 
few feet away flowed the undiverted portion of the creek, where trout 
appeared to be almost as plentiful. Between this point and a dam 



at the outlet of the lake the creek seemed to be literally alive with 
these beautiful trout. Rods were prepared as quickly as nervous, 
excited hands could do it, and in about forty minutes' actual fishing 
for each of the party of five, we had landed forty of the most perfect 
specimens of Rainbow trout I had ever seen. There was not a bruise 
or a blemish on one and the fighting was magnificent. Several times 
during the sport each of the five had a trout hooked at the same time. 
It was a busy scene. There were many more than forty caught, for the 
female fish were returned to the creek. The fish taken would weigh 
from two and a half to three and a half pounds each, and were very 
fat. The trout had evidently come out of the lake to spawn and were 
on the way back. However, the first party to visit the lake reported 
seeing at least fifteen hundred of the fish near the outlet and con- 
cluded that these were spawning in the lake; but it is possible that 
the fish were on the journey to the spawning place a short distance 
below the dam. 

Had it not been that I am certain that all the fish of the size 
caught and seen belonged to the ones placed in the lake three years 
ago, I should have placed the estimate of those seen at a much larger 
figure than five thousand. It is difficult to think in thousands after 
the sight described. 

W. P. Johnson taking Rainbow from small creek at outlet of Four Mile Lake. 

The writer does not undertake to account for this unprecedented 
result; right temperature, unusual food conditions and every factor 
that goes to make a perfect trout must prevail. But the best part of 
the story, from the standpoint of the angler, is that last year the 
Fish and Game Commission planted one hundred and sixteen thousand 
Rainbow fry in this lake. Some of these have been seen in another 


quarter of the lake and are unusually large for one-year trout. Should 
a proportionate result be secured with the last fish planted, Four Mile 
Lake will be a world show place at the time of the maturitj 7 of the 
fish, two years hence. 

It is probable that the trout will have returned to the lake by 
the first of July, and as there will be no closed season for the lake, 
the sportsmen who find it convenient should not omit a chance to try 
their luck there this summer. There will most likely be a few rowboats 
on the lake; if not, a raft makes an ideal place from which to cast. 

Since my visit to the lake, a Pendleton party, consisting of Mar- 
shall Spell, Roy Buchanan and Hon. Roy W. Ritner, spent several 
hours there trying their luck; they caught thirty-seven trout, aggre- 
gating about 115 pounds weight. The fish were taken to Pendleton 
by automobile. These enthusiastic sportsmen said that rather than 
miss such an experience they would willing^ have walked from 
Klamath Palls to the lake and packed fifty pounds each, and they gave 
one the impression that they meant every word of it. 

On June 22 a party consisting of F. J. Steinmetz and Dallas J 
Sidwell, of Portland, A. E. Cress, J. P. Campbell and Jesse Siemens, of 
Klamath Falls, made the trip to the lake, walking the distance that 
could not be negotiated in an automobile. They caught twenty-nine 
of the fine trout, considered the fishing unusual, and were more than 
pleased with the success of the day's casting, yet it is evident, from 
their statements, that the trout are rapidly returning to the lake and 
that the angler must very soon be prepared with boat or raft, from 
either of which he may get angling long to be remembered. 


Senator Chamberlain, of Oregon, has introduced the following bill 
in Congress, which has been read twice and referred to the Committee 
on Forest Reservations and the Protection of Game: 

Be it enacted by the Senate and House of Representatives of the United 
State of American in Congress assembled: 

That for the purpose of providing breeding places for game ani- 
mals and creating an increased food supply in the national forests 
the President of the United States is hereby authorized, upon recom- 
mendation of the Secretary of Agriculture and with the approval of 
the Governors of the States in which the respective national forests 
are located, to establish, by public proclamation, certain specified areas 
within said forests as game sanctuaries or refuges which shall be 
devoted to the increase of game of all kinds naturally adapted thereto, 
but the establishment of these sanctuaries or refuges shall not pre- 
vent the Secretary of Agriculture from allowing grazing on these 
areas of cattle, sheep and other domestic animals under such regula- 
tions as he may prescribe: Provided, that said sanctuaries or refuges 
shall be established on lands not chiefly suitable for agriculture. 

Sec. 2. That when such sanctuaries or refuges have been estab- 
lished, as provided in section 1 of this act, hunting, pursuing, poison- 
ing, killing or capturing by trapping, netting or any other means, or 


attempting to hunt, pursue, kill or capture any wild animals or birds 
for any purpose whatever upon the lands of the United States within 
the limits of said sanctuaries shall be unlawful except as hereinafter 
provided, and any person violating such regulations or provisions of 
this act shall be deemed guilty of a misdemeanor and shall upon con- 
viction in any United States court be fined in a sum not exceeding 
$500, or be imprisoned for a period not exceeding six months, or shall 
suffer both fine and imprisonment, in the discretion of the court. 

Sec. 3. That the Secretary of Agriculture shall execute the pro- 
visions of this act, and he is hereby authorized to make all needful 
rules and regulations for the administration of the lands included in 
such game sanctuaries in accordance with the purpose of this act, 
including regulations under which fishing within the limits of game 
sanctuaries may be permitted but not in contravention of state laws, 
and predatory animals, such as wolves, coyotes, foxes, pumas and 
other species as may be declared destructive to livestock or wild 
life may be captured or killed. 

Sec. 4. That the Secretary of Agriculture shall cause the bound- 
aries of all game sanctuaries established under the provisions of this 
act to be suitably marked where necessary and notices to be posted 
showing the location of the sanctuary, and warning the public that 
hunting therein is prohibited except under such rules and regulations 
as may be prescribed. 

Sec. 5. That it is the purpose of this act to provide breeding 
places for large wild animals such as deer, elk, mountain sheep, and 
other species which may be made to produce a new food supply by 
breeding under natural conditions and spreading over adjacent terri- 
tory whereon they may be hunted in accordance with state laws; to 
establish sanctuaries of medium size rather than large preserves; and 
whenever possible to establish chains of sanctuaries which in turn 
will restore wild game animals to intervening territory; but it is not 
the purpose to extend the areas of such sanctuaries or refuges in such 
manner as to close surrounding hunting grounds. 


By Deputy Warden L. C. Applegate. 

Anglers,, attention! Nature has again provided sunshine, the sun- 
shine in turn has evaporated surface moisture, thereby reducing the 
water in our mountain streams. The streams are now clear and the 
shade is inviting. Nature's surroundings are sublime. 

Think of that camp life on a mountain stream. Think of the bed 
of boughs, the campfire, the black kettles and "spiders," the crystal 
cold water, and the odor from the frying bacon and trout. 

Anglers, now is the time to secure a license and speed away — 
abandon for a few hours the thoughts of everyday life. 

Come to Southern Oregon and try your luck. Jackson County 
has many streams that cannot be beaten for their quality of trout. 
Go to the North, Center or South Fork of the famous Rogue River, 
or to Big Butte Creek, or to Fish Lake, or Squaw Lake, or to the 
Applegate Creek or its tributaries. 

Lose no time in getting busy in this matter, as the trout are now 
taking the fly. 

Watch the next issue of the Sportsman and I will tell you about 
the good hunting camps. 



By Judge J. W. Knowles, of LaGrande, Oregon. 

For some time I have considered inflicting the readers of The 
Oregon Sportsman with some of my experiences in hunting big game 
in the Blue Mountains of Eastern Oregon. As I recall it now, it was 
in the late Fall of 1906 that I took my first regular deer hunt. For 
some time I had a desire to take a deer hunt, but the opportunity had 
never presented itself. In the Fall of 1906 a party was organized, 
consisting of Earl Jones, a Grande Ronde Valley rancher, and now 
Deputy Game Warden for Union County; George Simmons, a railway 
conductor running out of La Grande, and myself. We left La Grande 
for the headwaters of the Rock Creeks, which had always been con- 
sidered good hunting grounds. We went prepared to camp out, but as 
a fresh snow had fallen, we welcomed the invitation of a bachelor 
homesteader by the name of Ike Hill to share his cabin. Hill had 
lived in this locality for several years and knew every trail, creek and 
canyon in that vicinity. He had hunted deer and bear with varying 
success. One evening, while gathered around the fireplace in his little 
log cabin, he told about being out one day hunting bear. He had seen 
many fresh sign, but no bear. Finally he started to return to his 
cabin and was following along a trail that led around a big ledge of 
rocks. Just as he turned around the ledge a big brown bear raised 
up on its hind legs in the trail about twenty feet away and raised its 
paws as if ready for a boxing match a la Willard. Hill said that he 
was so startled that he forgot that he had a gun and said "Hello," and 
walked around Mr. Bruin, when the bear got down on all fours and 
ran away down the hill. Hill's experience reminded me of the experi- 
ence of Rex Beach, while hunting bear in Alaska. Beach said that 
he was going along one morning hunting bear and hoping that he 
would not find any. When turning a sharp curve in the trail, he met 
a bear face to face. He said: "The bear looked at me, and I looked 
at the bear; the bear's hair commenced to stand on end, and my hair 
commenced to stand on end. Finally the bear went one way and I 
went the other." The first day or two, while we saw quite a few fresh 
sign and some of the boys got sight of deer, we did not get any shots. 
It was just before the running season, and the big bucks had already 
commenced to chase across the country in quest of the does. We had 
to content ourselves with mulligan and stewed pheasants with dump- 
lings. Simmons, on account of being crippled and couldn't get far 
away from camp, did most of the cooking and he was a good cook, 
too, but Jones made some dumplings one day in a pheasant, stew 
that were certainly the best I ever ate, or at least they tasted so. 
Although it has been ten years, I can taste those dumplings yet. One 
morning Hill, who had not been out hunting as yet, told us that if 
we were going to have any deer meat in camp that he supposed that 
he would have to get it. He suggested that I accompany him, and he 
thought he could take me to a place where I could get my first shot 
at a deer. All of us got an early start, and as is customary, we sep- 
arated, but I kept close to Hill, and as I was a novice in the woods, 
I relied upon him to pilot me home in safety. The country was heavily 
timbered with tall black pines and it was with great difficulty that I 
kept within hearing distance of him. We were to let each other know 
of our whereabouts by blowing upon empty cartridge shells. We had 
adopted a code of signals as follows: One blast was to indicate our 
whereabouts, two blasts look out for deer, and three blasts to come 
to the other. We had just crossed a little creek and entered a flat 


of very heavy timber. It was a beautiful morning and there was no 
sound save the chatter of a squirrel or a chipmunk, the tapping of a 
woodpecker and the occasional whirr of a pheasant or grouse as it 
sped by. Presently I heard three blasts from Hill's whistle and I 
hastened to him, and he pointed to the ground where the moss around 
the foot of the trees had been recently disturbed and where the fresh 
tracks of three deer were visible in the snow. We followed the tracks 
for a while in their meanderings from the foot of one tree to another, 
as the deer had fed along. It was evident that the tracks had just 
been made, for the snow was yet loose in them, and at one place the 
droppings were still warm. It was also evident that there was a buck 
and two does, lor one of the tracks were a great deal broader at the 
toe than the other two. Hill suggested that I follow along the tracks 
and that he could circle around on top of a ledge of rocks that could 
be seen in the distance. As I followed along the tracks my heart kept 
pounding away on my fifth rib and sounded like the thump, thump, 
thump of a deer on the dead run. Every minute I expected to see a 
deer. Shortly I heard two shots and heard Hill yell out, "Look out!" 
I heard the brush crackle ahead of me and then all was quiet again. 
On going in the direction of the shots, I saw Hill on top of the cliff. 
He came down to the foot of the cliff where I was and we examined 
the tracks of the deer. In making their getaway the buck had 
jumped about twenty feet and the does about fifteen. While I did 
not see the deer at all, the tracks indicated that they had evidently 
seen or scented me, for after running away in my direction they had 
circled around the cliff and passed within about one hundred yards 
of where Hill had shot at them. Hill told me that just as he got to 
the top of the ledge of rocks the deer saw him and started to run and 
that he fired the two shots at them on the run. There were no signs 
of blood and none of Hill's shots had landed. He and I then went along 
the rimrock, he on top and I just below. He told me that we were 
about two miles below the Shambough meadows and that he would 
meet me there. After hunting along under the rimrock for quite 
a while, I went down to the creek, and as Hill had told me that we 
were below the Shambough meadows, I commenced to follow up the 
creek, expecting in due time to reach the meadows and meet him. 
After traveling until the middle of the afternoon and not coming to 
the meadows, I went up the side of the canyon and on top to see if I 
could get my bearings, and upon reaching the rimrock I came out into 
a little glade. Just as I entered from one side, who should I see 
coming out from the other side but Earl Jones? He said, "Well, I'll 
be damned! Judge, I wasn't expecting to meet you here." I told him 
that the surprise was mutual. We sat down on a big log and took 
a smoke and a rest and recounted our experiences of the day. While 
he had seen many fresh sign and had jumped a buck, he did not get 
a shot. As the sun was getting quite low, we thought it was about 
time we were starting for camp. Jones asked me what direction I 
thought it was to camp. I pointed in a southeasterly direction and he 
said he thought it was off in more of a northeasterly direction. As 
he was more familiar with the locality, I yielded to his judgment and 
we started in a northeasterly direction. After traveling until about 
sundown and seeing no familiar landmarks of camp, it dawned upon 
us that we had lost our bearings. To make matters worse, just about 
dark we came to a dense thicket of young pines that we had to pass 
through, as it seemed to extend for miles on each side of us. Finally, 
after much trouble in getting through the pine thicket where at some 
places we had to get down and crawl, we came into a large opening 
and at the upper end we sighted a cabin. Jones thought this was 


Horse Prairie, but afterward it turned out to be Howard meadows. 
We thought this a good place to turn in for the night. The cabin was 
an old deserted cabin, which was well ventilated with large cracks in 
the sides and big holes in the roof. We cut some fir boughs to make 
us a feather bed and built a fire in the center of the cabin, but we 
did not sleep much that night. I happened to have three green onions 
in my coat and these constituted our bill of fare for supper. About 
three o'clock in the morning we became very thirsty. We remembered 
a spring of water we passed the evening before about a mile from 
the cabin and we struck out for it single file. In the morning we 
heard a cowbell off in a westerly direction — the sweetest music we 
had ever heard. Going in the direction of the cowbell, we soon came 
to a house and learned that camp was exactly in the opposite direction 
from the way we had been going and that we were then about two 
miles due east of camp. We got into camp about eight o'clock, in time 
for a late breakfast, and maybe you think we didn't do justice to the 
breakfast that Simmons got for us. The boys told us that when we 
did not get into camp by dark that they fired off their rifles at 
different intervals until about ten o'clock and that Hill, feeling him- 
self to blame because he did not keep me with him, had gone way 
up the creeks, shooting off his rifle. Hill told me that when he said 
we were below the Shambough meadows that he meant south and that 
he always called south below. That accounted for me going up the 
creek to find the meadows instead of going north and down the creek. 
None of the party hunted very much that day, .as the boys stayed 
around camp listening to our experiences. The next morning I "hot- 
footed" it in home, as I had some business to attend to and had 
enough deer hunt for one time. The same day I left Jones killed a 
yearling and the boys broke camp and came home. They still con- 
sidered the partnership in existence, however, and gave me a nice 
juicy steak of venison, but I doubt very much if it tasted better than 
the three green onions. 


By Deputy Warden Geo. \V. Russell. 

As there seems to be some doubt in the minds of people who 
have made a study of bird life as to how the wood duck gets its young 
from the nest into the water, I am going to give them the benefit 
of my personal observations in this matter through the columns of 
The Sportsman. 

During my boyhood days it was my privilege to watch a pair of 
wood ducks accomplish this feat, not only once but several times. In 
an old ash tree that stood near a small stream on my father's farm 
a pair of wood ducks built their nest for three or four years. The 
nest was about twenty feet from the ground in a hollow place in the 
tree. When the young ducks were hatched the old duck would take 
one by the neck with her bill and carry it to the water. After placing 
it in the water she would return to the nest immediately and get 
another, continuing the operation until all were in the water. 

The California Valley Quail liberated by the State Fish and Game 
Commission in this locality have increased rapidly and seem to have 
withstood the past winter much better than- the native quail. While 
in that locality a few days ago I saw a great many male birds and in 
the evening I could hear their peculiar call everywhere. 



By Sig Young, Astoria, Oregon. 

Yearly do they all foregather, 
Called from waters near and far, 
Seeking entrance to the rivers, 
Silver hordes swarm o'er the bar; 
King of Salmon, lordly Chinook, 
Blue-back, Sockeye, Silverside, 
Leaping, flashing, lusty splashing, 
To the death their forebears died. 

Fish of mystery, e'er loyal, 
Whither come they, what their guide? 
Does the mem'ry of their fry-life 
Tell them when to head the tide? 
Fat with plenty, spirit regal, 
Polished in the ocean's foam, 
Four full years of lusty living 
In some wild salt water home. 

From the leagues of open ocean, 
Running free and then bar-mauled, 
To keep but their one commandment 
To the rivers they are called; 
Cycled by that primal instinct 
That the run may e'er go on, 
Virgin bodies procreating, 
Sturdy silvered slaves of spawn. 

Through the bar and up the river, 
Past the waiting nets of men, 
Twisting through the tangled waters 
That their life might live again; 
Leaping up the mad tumwater, 
Nosing o'er the roving sand, 
Frantic lashing in the shallows, 
Ever upstream the command. 

Naught of feeding in the rivers, 
Living on their ocean bulk, 
When that wasting, fasting travel 
Makes of them a rott'ning hulk; 
Tarnished, blackened, sea-green sallowed, 
Smirched with red, in passion's throes, 
Scarred and scabbed and mutilated, 
Leper fish with gaunt hooked nose. 

Waiting shadows in the stream-heads, 
Till the spawn is full and free, 
Surcharged with the lives impending, 
Biding out their destiny; 
Knowing naught of love maternal, 
Worried not by offsprings' cry, 
Casting spawn upon the gravel, 
Chancing that it live or die. 


Thus they batter through the boulders 
On their journey to be wed, 
Shattered when the four-year passion 
Has been sated and is dead; 
Tho' fulfilled the great ambition, 
Listlessly they linger still, 
When their rotted fins no longer 
Fan the current as they will. 

Tongued, yet telling naught of anguish, 
Backed and thrust from pool to hole, 
Tailless, finless, unclean, fungoid, 
Ne'er will they feel ocean's roll; 
Goaded by that ardent instinct 
They have swum to waters far, 
Putrid bodies now must gather 
On some reaching gravel bar. 

Oh, you Royal Fish of beauty, 
Death is what you ever won, 
When you journeyed up the river 
To defend the SILVER RUN! 


By Deputy Warden C. C. Bryan. 

Angling in Benton County has been very poor up to the middle 
of June, due to so much cold weather. The greatest number of fish 
have been taken from the smaller streams. The largest catch reported 
was by E. L. West, near Blodgett. He caught 62 trout in one day. 
There has been more fish taken from a small stream called "Muddy" 
than from any other in this section up to date. The largest catch 
made in one day was 40 trout, by M. L. Burnett, of Corvallis. The 
Eastern Brook trout sent out by the State Fish and Game Commission 
are evidently thriving. A number of them have been caught recently. 
Dick Kiger and Jess Foster, of Corvallis, made a trip to the McKenzie 
River and returned with 50 Rainbow trout. 

There seems to be a goodly number of Bob White Quail in this 
section. With favorable weather conditions for June and July, we will 
have a sufficient number of Chinese Pheasants to insure a good crop 
for the fall hunt. On June 7th Dr. Stowell, of Corvallis, reported 
having seen a brood of Chinese Pheasants that were large enough 
to fly. 

It may be of interest to some of the readers of The Sportsman to 
learn of my experience in erecting scarecrows or dummies to drive 
away animals and birds destroying corn crops. The work of destroy- 
ing the corn crop is charged by a great many people to the Chinese 
Pheasant, but this fact has never been determined. There seems 
to be a difference of opinion among the farmers. May 30th I was called 
to the farm of Joe Hite, near Corvallis, where Chinese Pheasants were 
destroying his growing corn. We erected a number of scarecrows. 
On June 11th I phoned Mr. Hite to learn what effect the scarecrows 
had on the birds. He informed me they had proved a success. His 
corn had not been disturbed since the dummies had been put up. 




Written by J. B. Hunt, as Narrated by Cecil Holman, Hood River, Oregon. 

The oaks had just begun to throw off their summer garb, the 
acorns lay beneath them, and the air had that touch of harshness about 
it which bespoke the fact that winter was drawing near. Hunting 
stories were being swapped in the little country stores, when H. S. 
Currans and A. Archer, two young men from far-away Michigan, 
landed in the little town of Hood River, Ore. The October breeze 
played through the great pines and seemed to whisper to them of the 
pleasures of a bear hunt among the hills that girded the Columbia. 
So, after listening to the stories told, and the offer from Bill Currans, 
who had seen the productions of the forests of Washington and 
Oregon, the three made it up to get Cecil Holman, a young man 
who had been raised in this part of the country, and who enjoyed a 
trip through the rugged hills of his native country for the pleasure 
of hunting, and also to show the Eastern boys that it was a pleasure 
to show them that a boy raised in the far West knew how to appreciate 
a request made by a friend. So, promising to be with them for the 
hunt on the next day, the Currans boys, along with their friend, A. 
Archer, betook themselves to Viento, a small station a few miles 
from Hood River, to get things in readiness for the trip, as Bill said 
he had some cordwood to load before he could get away. 

Bright and early on the morning of October 12th saw Cecil Holman 
drop from the train at the little station of Viento with his old "Queen 
Ann," as he called his old 303 Savage, and his two favorite pups and 
an old hound that he took along on account of his hunting qualities 
to teach the younger dogs the art of bear trailing. The cordwood was 
not yet loaded, so Cecil concluded that he needed a little exercise, and 
made a good fellow by throwing cordwood all day. When evening 
came they sat and told stories of the great grizzlies and silver-tips 
they had heard inhabited the mighty Baldy, a peak or high hill that 
rises above its surroundings on the opposite side of the old Columbia, 
over in Skamania County, Washington. After talking until all could 
imagine they were standing in one of the big ravines on "Old Baldy," 
with a big grizzly lying dead at their feet, they went to their nice 
warm beds to dream of bear hunts and of how they were mixed up 
with a bit of romance in Michigan. Anyhow, on the following morning 
they fixed up their bundles and went to the river to catch a boat that 
would convey them to their happy hunting grounds, never once think- 
ing that it was the 13th day of the month and an unlucky day, but 
as the day the deed, and it was not until three hours after that they 
were relieved of their distress of mind, when Captain Foster, with his 
little steamer "Pearl," landed them upon the other side of the "Ameri- 
can Rhine" (the Columbia River). They started up the hill and, being 
in a hurry, overtook the game warden, who, being a good-natured 
fellow, had them climb into the wagon and dropped them out at the 
Oregon Lumber Company's mill on condition that they would supply 
themselves with hunters' licenses. In the getting of the hunters' 
licenses and changing of thoughts, they came to the realization that 
they had no frying pan to cook bear meat in. After puzzling their 
minds on what to do, still not thinking that it was the 13th, they at 
last solved the question by borrowing one of Mr. Cooper at the mill. 
After packing the pan away, they started on their journey. After trav- 
eling about four miles up-grade, they met Ben Beels, who had more 


bear stories to tell, of how bruin trespassed upon his orchard and tried 
to make him adopt them. More and more the boys from Michigan 
began to realize that they were in the vicinity of big game. So, prom- 
ising Ben that they would return and exterminate the nefarious 
creatures from his ranch, they plodded on until dark overtook them, 
and simultaneously with its coming on they came upon an old 
hut that had been used for a postoffice at Chenoweth, which was full 
of old papers, and they concluded to camp for the night, as the 
papers would serve as a good bed for them, but the boys from Michi- 
gan, not used to such fare and too much engrossed by the thought of 
the bear they were to kill, slept but little, lying and rolling about, 
listening to the stentorious breathing of the two Oregon boys, to whom 
the soft side of a board was as good as an Ostermoor mattress. As 
the bright rays of the sun put the shadows to flight, you could see 
four young men busy over a campfire and the smell of frying bacon 
and the aroma of coffee floated on the air. After they had partaken 
of their morning meal and packed up their belongings, they again 
started on their journey for Old Baldy and the big bears. 

After journeying about one and a half miles, they came to a 
ranch owned by a man named Willard, whom they tried to induce 
to sell them potatoes and butter, but not being able to get any there, 
they proceeded on to Tyrrell's ranch, which lays at the foot of Old 
Baldy. They tied up the dogs and separated into two groups. Bill 
Currans and A. Archer going one way and Cecil Holman and H. S. 
Currans going in the opposite. After tramping until the sun had 
started well down the western slope and seeing no signs of deer or 
bear, and the demands of the inner self demonstrating that the fresh 
air and mountain scenery was not sufficient for all needs, they turned 
back to enjoy their bacon and coffee, as well as a good sleep, to start 
out in the early morning to hunt again for the game. After arriving 
at their camp and procuring wood and water and starting a roaring 
fire, they proceeded to start supper, when, to their disappointment, 
they found they were shy of eatables, as they had lost their pack 
containing their all. After trying to locate their pack, they were 
forced to the necessity of borrowing some tea and salt of Mr. Myers 
and, having killed some birds, contented themselves with a repast 
that was in vogue at the time of Lewis and Clark. They nevertheless 
had detective instincts enough to learn who the party was that had 
made away with their pack, but after they had concluded their even- 
ing meal they still found there was a longing they could not satisfy, 
as their greatest standby was also gone with their pack — they had 
no tobacco. They dug deep into their pockets trying to satisfy their 
longing, but all they could do was to draw them out empty and pacify 
their desires by heaping curses upon the head of the miscreant. Sun- 
day morning loomed up bright as an October day can shine, but the 
boys from Michigan could not be induced to go hunting, so after Mr. 
Tyrell, who had arrived home and finding out how the boys were 
fixed, volunteered to go after their lost property, Cecil Holman and 
Bill Currans started out to see what could be done or found in the 
game line on Sunday. Leaving the dogs at the camp with the boys, 
they started up Little White Salmon River. After following it for 
about one and one-half miles, they crossed over and took to the 
hills, separating after a half mile, Cecil continuing on toward the top 
and Bill going around the side, but it seems that the game knew 
they were there and hid out from them, so after wandering around 
and only getting a few birds, they arrived at camp about 5 o'clock 
and found that Tyrell had arrived with their pack. So, fixing the 
birds for cooking, they prepared themselves for the feast, and how 


they enjoyed that strong coffee can only be known by those that have 
gone through a similar experience. After they had enjoyed their 
supper they filled their pipes and settled down to enjoy a good 
smoke, and decided what they should do in the hunting line, as 
business was not as good as expected, and they were beginning to 
feel a little strain of discouragement coming through their veins. 
After debating the question, they decided to decamp the next morning 
bright and early for Beel's place. Mr. Tyrell promised to hand their 
camping outfit down for them, as he had to go to Underwood. Shoul- 
dering their small arsenal next morning, which consisted of a 303 
Savage, two 30-30's and one 32-40, they started out to see which 
could outwalk the other. The dogs were allowed to run loose and 
you could hear the deep bay of Bradford's old hound Puppins, inter- 
mixed with the more silvery tones of the younger dogs, as they would 
start through the woods after rabbits or squirrels, bespeaking the 
fact that though as yet they had not had a tryout with a bear, they 
were willing to fill in the time with smaller game. Now and then 
you could hear the report of one of the rifles, as a pheasant or grouse 
would get itself in too good a shot to be passed up even by a bear 
hunter. After passing Mr. Walter's place they were met by Mr. Seely, 
with his shotgun on his shoulder, who told them that he thought the 
dogs were after a bear, but it proved another rabbit. He told them 
where a bear had been feeding in an orchard north of his place. They 
promised to come back in the afternoon and investigate, so on they 
went down the road. After they had walked about 200 yards from 
where they had been talking, one of the dogs gave a yelp and all the 
dogs started over the hill toward the river. Cecil Holman and A. 
Archer being in the lead, and Cecil knowing that it meant big game, 
started in pursuit. A. Archer stopped at the top of the hill, but Cecil 
kept on down, knowing the only way to get the game was to go 
after it. After going down about fifty yards, he saw where two bears 
had gone on down and the dogs fast on the trail. Letting a yell out 
of him like a Comanche Indian, he bent his head like a bloodhound 
and, his heart twice its normal size, he followed the trail of the bears 
with the dogs pushing after them, but soon he came upon the dogs 
smelling around trying to pick up the scent, as they had lost their 
quarry. Knowing the bears were in the vicinity, he began to look 
over the bluff. His quick eye soon detected a cave, so, working his 
way up to it, he found to his great joy that he had the game corraled, 
and calling the dogs up to him, he induced Watch to go in. So, with a 
deep bay, in he went, only to come out with a gash in his nose, show- 
ing he had got in too close proximity with the hag Bruin, but he was 
game, and back he went, cheered on by Cecil, who was devoting his 
time to encouraging the dogs and seeing how loudly he could yell 
for the rest. He was soon joined by Bill Currans, who had gone 
toward the east, expecting the dogs to force the game that way. Cecil 
was then left on guard while he went back and got the boys and rags 
and oil to make a torch out of, as it was necessary to go into the 
cave if they were to get their game. He was gone about one and 
one-half hours, and when he came back he found Cecil enjoying him- 
self by sending all the dogs in at once, but the pups didn't enjoy that 
part and would soon come out. After fixing a torch on a stick, they 
began to ponder the question on who should go into the cave, and 
Cecil again showed his magnanimous disposition by proposing that 
the boys from Michigan, who had never seen a wild bear, should have 
the honor of going in, so A. Archer declared himself willing to go in. 
Lighting the torch, he threw himself down on all fours and started, 
but, like the puppies, being new at the business, a start was all that 


was necessary, and out he came, declaring that he wouldn't go in 
for all the hears in the country. So, after each had had his turn and 
none seemed to desire the mix-up in a cave with a huge bear, it fell 
to Cecil's lot to oust the creature. Although acknowledging that he 
felt a little shaky, he took only the torch with him. Instructing Bill to 
hand in his old "Queen Ann," he crawled in. After fixing the torch 
in the crevice in the rocks, he took in his old rifle and stood still 
till he could get accustomed to the darkness and glimmer of the torch. 
As the surroundings began to show up more and more distinctly, 
he could see a dark object looming up in front of him about six feet 
distant. After being sure of his vision, he raised his faithful old rifle 
to his shoulder. It spit forth a volume of flame, and as the bear fell 
forward two more shots from his old rifle crashed through its brain. 
The other boys then came into the cave and together they took the 
bear out. While they were looking at it and betting on its weight, 
a noise caused Bill to look at the opening of the cave just in time to 
see another coming out. He grabbed the first rifle he could get hold 
of, which proved to be Cecil's old faithful, but not knowing its working, 
lost valuable time, but Cecil was again "Johnny-on-the-spot" and, tak- 
ing it from Bill, started again in pursuit with the dogs in the lead. 
They brought it to a fight in about seventy-five yards distance, urged 
on by Cecil, who, knowing how by firing in the air and yelling to get 
all the fighting blood in them to show itself, they kept the bear busy 
until Cecil got near enough to take a decisive aim, so again the old 
rifle barked upon the autumn air, and Cecil saw the bear fall dead, 
shot through the heart by his sure aim and his faithful "Queen Ann." 
The dogs then wanted to show their fighting blood and quality, so 
they grabbed the bear and commenced dragging it down the hill. 
Cecil put on doubled speed, not wishing to have to carry the bear any 
further than was necessary. So, getting hold of it, it was a tug-of-war 
between them, and only won by Cecil getting hold of a bush and 
holding on. The other boys came down and the small bear was soon 
deposited alongside of the old one. They then took up their burdens, 
two carrying the big one, while the other two followed with the smaller 
one and guns. They started and went to the place where Mr. Tyrell 
had left their baggage. Finding Mr. Beels not at home, they took 
possession of his ranch, and when he came home after a long trip 
he found a warm supper of bear meat waiting for him, and he deemed 
he had been amply paid for all damages, and made the boys at home 
and the next day went with them for another hunt. It had rained 
during the night, and the brush being wet, they soon tired of it, and 
Mr. Beels hitched up his team and, with bears and baggage loaded 
into the wagon, they soon arrived at Underwood, Wash., and caught 
the ferry for Hood River. For days they had a new topic to talk 
about at the cigar stands, where Cecil was always a favorite. 




By Sam L. Sandry, of Rogue River. 

Jackson County anglers, in common with those in other parts of 
the state, were deprived of their early trout fishing, but they are now 
coming into their own. The trout in Evans Creek were among the 
first to respond to the efforts of the fly casters, and many good catches 
were reported .from that stream by the first of June. Since that date 
the two Butte creeks and the other streams of the county have yielded 
many baskets of fine trout. Limit catches have not been uncommon, 
and the indications are that the late summer and fall fishing will be 
better than usual because of the adverse spring conditions. 

Reports from the hills are to the effect that the deer withstood the 
winter in good shape, and owing to the warfare waged against preda- 
tory animals and the increasing spirit in favor of game protection, 
these animals have apparently made remarkable increase. "Old 
Timers" say the deer hunting this fall will be better than for many 

All the game birds, with the possible exception of the Bob White 
Quail, apparently came through the winter without serious losses. 
Very few Bob Whites have been seen during the spring, but Chinese 
pheasants are everywhere. The California Quail appear to be numer- 
ous also, and the scatter-gun enthusiasts are planning on taking full 
advantage of the short season on these birds. 


By Deputy Warden Roy Bremmer. 

Fishing in Marion and Polk Counties has been poor up to June 
1st, but with warmer weather since that time the fish are biting better 
and a number of good catches are reported. 

One party, including Secretary of State Ben W. Olcott, Dr. Evans, 
Dr. Bellinger and R. S. Southwick, all of Slalem, caught 240 trout on 
Butte Creek on the 11th of June. Another successful party of anglers 
from Dallas included C. I. Crider, Frank Kersey, F. J. Craven and 
Emmett Casper. They returned June 15th from a two days' trip to 
the Siletz, where they fished at the mouth of Sunshine Creek and 
caught 147 Cutthroat Trout. The largest measured 22 inches and 
weighed four pounds. 

The Siletz is a stream that will give some good fishing this sum- 
mer. The road from Falls City to the mouth of Rock Creek is in 
good condition. This road, however, is not made to accommodate large 
autos and these machines will have trouble if they attempt to make 
the trip. The distance from Falls City to the mouth of Rock Creek is 
thirty miles and it will require five hours of hard driving for a small 
auto to make the trip. 

Conditions for fishing on the North Fork of the Santiam are very 
bad so far this season, the water at the present time being higher 
than it has been for years. Very few fish have been caught. It will 
be the last of July before this river will be at its best. 




(From the Forest Service, U. S. Department of Agriculture, Portland, Oregon.) 

Thorough tests of devices to prevent fish from entering irrigation 
ditches are to be made by Forest Service officers, who say that thou- 
sands of the trout placed in Western streams by the Government are 
killed through being carried into the ditches and washed out on 
the fields. There are not less than 1200 irrigation projects on or near 
the National Forests, and in many places the loss of trout is very 
heavy. The amount of water used in irrigation, it is said, often deter- 
mines the advisability of artificially stocking the streams. 

The Government annually plants large quantities of fish fry in 
the streams of the National Forests. Last year over 1,100,000 were 
planted in Colorado and Wyoming alone. This was done to render 
the forests more attractive to the public by affording good fishing. 
Where much of the water is used for irrigation, unless the ditches 
are screened, the trout enter and are washed out onto the fields. 
While fish are said to make good fertilizer, officials think that trout 
are too expensive to be used for that purpose. 

A number of devices for screening the ditches are in use, and 
while two or three have been found to be fairly effective, most of 
them are said to be unsatisfactory. It is asserted that this subject 
presents an excellent opportunity for inventors, since a successful 
screen will be sure to be widely used. Under present conditions, 
officials are slow to recommend that the trout be placed in streams 
where they are apt to be led off into the irrigation ditches. 


By Deputy Warden Geo. W. Mitchell. 

I will endeavor to give the readers of the Oregon Sportsman a 
brief description of the angling streams of Wallowa County. 

Entering the Wallowa Valley, either by train or wagon road after 
leaving Union County, one first reaches the Wallowa River, which 
runs almost the entire length of the valley, with many tributaries 
emptying into it from both sides. Tracing our steps along this beauti- 
ful mountain stream, we reach first what is known as Dear Creek, 
flowing into the Wallowa from the south. This tributary breaks forth 
from the Blue or Wallowa range of mountains, carrying a flood of 
clear, cold water almost half the volume of the Wallowa itself. 
Advancing on up the Wallowa, the next stream of importance is the 
Lostine, or South Fork of the Wallowa. One can travel a distance of 
thirty miles along this stream, with many smaller tributaries rolling 
down from the mountains to the thirsty valley below. All these 
streams are notable trout streams and give the angler much delightful 

Near the headwaters of the Lostine River we find numerous small 
mountain lakes, which have been stocked with trout of different spe- 
cies and which are furnishing great sport for the angler who happens 


that way. Last season a number of good catches were reported from 
that district. 

Back to the Wallowa Valley again, we follow up the Wallowa 
River to Enterprise, near which city we find Hurricane Creek, empty- 
ing into the Wallowa from the south. This is another beautiful moun- 
tain stream, flowing down from the snow-capped mountains through 
a great canyon for a distance of more than thirty miles, bordered 
by some of the most beautiful scenery in Oregon. This stream also 
furnishes abundance of sport for the angler and sightseer. Also near 
the headwaters of this creek are found a number of mountain lakes, 
which furnish good fishing for the sportsman in midsummer. 

Tracing our steps back to the valley again, we journey on up the 
Wallowa River a distance of eight miles to one of the most beautiful 
lakes in the state, known as Wallowa Lake. This lake is situated one 
mile above the town of Joseph and at the foot of the Wallowa Moun- 
tains. It is four miles long and one mile wide and is fed by the 
Wallowa River, which empties into it at the extreme upper end. 
Wallowa Lake is very deep in many places, with occasional spawning 
beds, which make it an ideal lake for trout. With the proper method 
adopted for restocking, this lake will become the "pet of Wallowa 

Wallowa County has a number of good fishing streams in the 
extreme eastern part, namely, the Little Sheep Creek and Big Sheep 
Creek, also the Imnaha River, rising in the Wallowa Mountains and 
flowing north and emptying into the Snake River on the north bound- 
ary of the state. Also, in the north part of the county we have three 
or four fine trout streams, such as Mud Creek, which rises almost due 
north of Enterprise and flows northwest, emptying into the Grand 
Ronde River; also Little Salmon River, with its headwaters in the 
State of Washington and flowing southeast with its outlet in the 
Grand Ronde River at Troy, Oregon. This is one of the best trout 
streams in the state and is noted for its spawning grounds for salmon 
as well as the famous Dolly Varden trout, which grow to large size. 

Mr. J. W. Nedrow, residing in the Mud Creek country, reports 
that there has been very good catches made at Troy recently, not- 
withstanding that the river has been very high, owing to the deep snow 
in the mountains. Mr. Nedrow, who is 73 years old, has shot six 
coyotes this spring, and says he has made the best catches of trout 
in his district this year. Can any one beat it? 


By F. Douglas Hawley, Pilot Rock, Oregon. 

I've thought of late, 

On fishin' things — 
O' hook and bait 

And reels and strings. 

I've gotten out 

My j'inted pole; 
I know whar's trout — 

The finest hole. 

Good-bye, dull care; 

Go 'long away. 
I'll breathe God's air — 

Enjoy ONE day. 



Can You Beat It? 

The above picture shows a two-months-old spotted fawn on the 
homestead of Mr. P. S. Frye at Peak, Benton County, Oregon, and its 
adopted mother. 

The fawn was found by Clayton Frye, the young son of Mr. and 
Mrs. Frye, in a dying condition and taken home, where the little 
fellow has practically taken possession of the ranch. An evidence of 
this is to be seen in the picture, which shows the fawn taking his 
regular meals, and the adopted mother apparently enjoying the process 
as much as the young buck. 

Shortly after the fawn had recovered its strength, under the care- 
ful nursing of the Frye family, it took up with its present foster- 
mother, a young Jersey cow, which had recently lost her calf, and 
the two, declares Mr. Frye, have become almost inseparable. 


The Silverton Tribune says that a subscriber of that journal 
suggests that a company can operate a cat ranch near Silverton at 
a great profit. "To start with," says the subscriber, "we could collect 
about 1,000,000 cats. Each cat will average twelve kittens a year. 
The skins will run from 10 cents each for the white ones to 75 cents 
for the pure black. This will give 12,000,000 skins a year to sell at 
an average of 30 cents apiece, making a revenue of about $10,000 a 
day gross. A man can skin 50 cats a day for $2. It will take 100 
men to operate the ranch, and therefore the net profit will thus be 
$9800 per day. The cats will feed on rats, and a rat ranch can be 
operated next door, so there will be no cost for maintenance." 




That a great many salmon have already passed over the fish 
ladder at Oregon City this season is evident from the fact that large 
numbers are to be seen on the spawning grounds in the upper tribu- 
taries of the Willamette River. Other evidence that salmon are plen- 
tiful above the falls at Oregon City is shown in the statement from 
Albany, where a large salmon was recently scooped up in a dredge 
bucket and landed high and dry. Still another instance is related at 
Junction City, where Palmer Ayers and Lloyd Morrison, two boys 
aged twelve years respectively, captured a 30-pound salmon with 
baling wire. The lads were in swimming in the Willamette when they 
spied the big fish, probably spawning on a gravel bar. Securing a 
piece of baling wire, the boys made a noose and slipped it over the 
salmon, which was caught by the gills and safely landed. 

Deputy Game Warden J. M. Thomas, of North Bend, reports that 
there will be plenty of game in Coos County this year. He recently 
returned from a trip through his district, and says that he never 
before saw so many does and fawns. While he did not see many 
bucks, there are indications that when the hunting season opens there 
will be three for every nimrod who is able to shoot straight enough 
to get them. 


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Stanley G. Jewett, of Portland, formerly connected with the bio- 
logical department of the State Fish and Game Commission, has 
recently received the appointment of predatory animal inspector for 
Oregon. Another former employe of the State Game Warden's office, 
E. F. Averill, of Pendleton, has been recently reappointed to the posi- 
tion of predatory animal inspector, a position he has filled with credit 
for over a year past. 

* * * 

"Complete satisfaction with the Deschutes country as a sports- 
man's paradise is felt by F. W. Hanslik, of Chippewa Falls, Wisconsin, 
who has been visiting his brother-in-law, J. H. Stanley, for the past 
few weeks," says the Bend Bulletin. "In three days last week Mr. 
Hanslik caught all the fish he wanted, of which the smallest weighed 
six pounds, and Sunday morning he wound up by killing a big brown 


Deputy Game Warden I. B. Hazeltine, of Grant and Baker Coun- 
ties, who is known in his district as the "Frog Man," has secured a 
large number of frogs. of the edible variety from Idaho, which he has 
planted in streams suitable for the purpose in his district. Mr. 
Hazeltine planted several dozen frogs in Grant County last year, 
where they have done fine. 

* * * 

That the sportsmen of Eugene are deeply interested in protecting 
the game fish of Lane County is evident from the fact that recently 
they subscribed $100 to a fund raised for the purpose of offering a 
reward for the arrest and conviction of persons who had been dyna- 
miting fish in the streams adjacent to that city. 

5jC #g£ 5|C 

Reports from deputy game wardens throughout the Willamette 
Valley are to the effect that a large crop of Chinese pheasants have 
been hatched this season, and the indications are at the present time 
that the fall shooting will be above the average. 

The State Fish and Game Commission has liberated 531,000 salmon 
fry in the Willamette River at Oregon City so far this season. The 
fish came from the Central State Hatchery at Bonneville. 


By Deputy Warden W. O. Hadley. 

Two years ago M. Thornton & Son, of The Dalles, constructed 
an artificial lake, covering twelve acres, on the Thornton ranch, three 
miles west of The Dalles and one-fourth mile from the public high- 
way. The lake is situated at the head of a valley at the foot of Seven 
Mile hill. The depth of the water is from two to fifteen feet. 

A rocky ridge runs part way across the valley at this point, 
which forms a portion of the dam. From the west end of the rock 
ridge a cement wall, 195 feet in length, has been constructed, which 
forms the lake. A neck of land runs out into the lake, which adds 
to the beauty of the place and making the lake horseshoe in shape. 

Nearly two years ago 39,000 black bass were furnished by the 
State Fish and Game Commission to stock this lake. When planted 
the fish were from two to three inches long, and now they will aver- 
age about sixteen inches. Mr. Thornton estimates that he now has 
in the lake from the spawn of these fish from three to four million 
fry. Four thousand young catfish were also planted in this lake, 
and these fish have grown to an average length of fifteen inches. 
They were about three inches long when planted. 

The owners made this lake mainly for their own pleasure and to 
beautify their ranch, but they will sell a part of the fish raised and 
probably later on will allow the public to fish in the lake under 

I believe this is the largest artificial lake in Eastern Oregon, 
constructed solely for the purpose of raising fish. 






Island Lighthouse, 

Coast of 

It is unfortunate during the 
migrating season that many 
birds are killed by flying 
against the lights at different 
lighthouse stations along the 
Coast. Many birds travel after 
night in making their long 
journeys, and at times when the 
weather is unfavorable, especial- 
ly during a storm, the birds be- 
come lost or bewildered under 
the strong rays of the lighthouse 
beacon and kill themselves by 
flying against the windows. 

Mr. Carl Lien, who is sta- 
tioned at the Destruction Island 
lighthouse, off the coast of 
Washington, has sent in a de- 
tailed report of the different 
birds that have been killed dur- 
ing the months of April, May 
and June. This is published be- 
low because it servesi a very 
good record, not only in the 
number of birds that are killed, 
but in the different species that 
meet death by flying against the 

Date Name killed Weather 


31 — Kaeding Petrels 2 Light E. wind. Hazy 

31 — Wren 1 Light E. wind. Hazy 


4— Petrel 1 Light N. W. wind. 

10 — Song Sparrow 1 Light N. W. wind. 

17— Varied Thrush 1 S. W. gale. Rain 

17 — Song Sparrow 1 S. W. gale. Rain 

20 — Song Sparrow 1 Light S. W. wind. 

24— Petrel 12 S. E. gale. Rain 

24 — Sandpiper 8 S. E. gale. Rain 

24— Plover 1 S. E. gale. Rain 

24 — Golden Crowned Sparrow 1 S. E. gale. Rain 

24 — Song Sparrow 1 S. E. gale. Rain 

25 — Sandpiper 1 Light S. E. wind. Showers 

27 — Sandpiper 3 Light S. W. wind. Squally 

27 — Song Sparrow 3 Light S. W. wind. Squally 

27 — Golden Crowned Sparrow 1 Light S. W. wind. Squally 

27 — Northern Pharalope 1 Light S. W. wind. Squally 

30 — Sandpiper 2 Light E. wind. Cloudy 

30— Petrel 1 Light E. wind. Cloudy 





Date Name killed Weather 


3— Petrel (Kaeding) 1 Light W. wind. Mist 

3— Pharalope 3 Light W. wind. Mist 

3 — Golden Crowned Sparrow 6 Light W. wind. Mist 

4 — Pharalope 8 Fresh N. W. wind. Cloudy 

5 — Petrel 8 Fresh S. E. wind. Showers 

5 — Sandpiper 7 Fresh S. E. wind. Showers 

5 — Paralope 2 Fresh S. E. wind. Showers 

5 — Song Sparrow 9 Fresh S. B. wind. Showers 

5 — Golden Crowned Sparrow 3 Fresh S. E. wind. Showers 

5 — Pileolated Warbler 1 Fresh S. E. wind. Showers 

5 — Calaveras Warbler 4 Fresh S. E. wind. Showers 

6 — Sandpiper 91 South gale. Rain 

6 — Pharalope 58 South gale. Rain 

6 — Knot 1 South gale. Rain 

6 — Red-backed Sandpiper 1 South gale. Rain 

6 — Song Sparrow 10 South gale. Rain 

6 — Golden Crowned Sparrow 2 South gale. Rain 

6 — Petrel 1 South gale. Rain 

7 — Petrel 1 Strong S. wind. Squally 

7 — Sandpiper 3 Strong S. wind. Squally 

7 — Pharalope 3 Strong S. wind. Squally 

7 — Song Sparrow 1 Strong S. wind. Squally 

8 — Sandpiper 4 Strong S. W. Rain squalls 

8— Petrel 1 Strong S. W. Rain squalls 

8 — Sharp-tailed Sandpiper 1 Strong S. W. Rain squalls 

8 — Pharalope 3 Strong S. W. Rain squalls 

20 — Song Sparrow 2 Light S. E. wind. Light rain 

20— Petrel 1 Light S. E. wind. Light rain 

21 — Golden Crowned Sparrow 1 Strong S. W. wind. Rain 

26— Petrel 2 Strong S. W. wind. Rain 

26 — Russet Backed Thrush 4 Strong S. W. wind. Rain 

26 — Golden Crowned Sparrow 1 Strong S. W. wind. Rain 

26 — Savannah Sparrow 10 Strong S. W. wind. Rain 

26— Willow Goldfinch 10 Strong S. W. wind. Rain 

26 — Western Flycatcher 2 Strong S. W. wind. Rain 

26 — Pileolated Warbler 1 Strong S. W. wind. Rain 

27 — Willow Goldfinch 10 Light westerly wind. Cloudy 

27 — Savannah Sparrow 5 Light westerly wind. Cloudy 

27 — Petrel 1 Light westerly wind. Cloudy 

27 — Song Sparrow 1 Light westerly wind. Cloudy 

28 — Pharalope 5 Fresh N. W. Rain squalls 

28 — Rhinoceros Auklqt 1 Fresh N. W. Rain squalls 


9 — Petrel (Kaeding) 2 Fresh N. W. wind. Cloudy 

10 — Pharalope 1 Fresh N. W. wind. Cloudy 

23— Petrel 13 Strong S. E. wind. Rain 

23 — Western Flycatcher 1 Strong S. E. wind. Rain 

26 — Petrel 8 Fresh S. W. wind. Rain 

28— Petrel 6 Fresh S. W. wind. Rain 

29 — Petrel 2 Fresh S. W. wind. Rain 

Note — Sandpipers referred to average about half and half "West- 
ern" and "Least" Sandpipers. 



An Easy Prey to Cougars, Wolves and Wild Cats. 

The above picture shows a deer of the first year, or spotted fawn, 
in its natural hiding place in the mountains of Southern Oregon. 
Deer of this age fall an easy prey to predatory animals, such as 
cougars, wolves and wild cats. Hundreds of these beautiful little 
fawns lose their lives in this way every year. Because of the destruc- 
tion of deer, both young and old, by predatory animals, a bounty of 
$25 is paid for each cougar or wolf killed in Oregon. 

The Sportsman is indebted to Mr. Millard L. Gilbreath, of Riddle, 
Oregon, for the photograph from which the above cut was made. 

So far as the State Game Department is informed, this is the 
first instance where a spotted fawn has been successfully photographed 
in its natural hiding place. 



By Deputy Warden M. S. Barnes. 

The game situation in Lake County looks good this year. There 
seems to be more deer than usual and sage hens are plentiful and there 
will be fine shooting when the season opens. The marshes are full 
of young ducks, many of them now being almost as large as the old 

Angling is good in the mountain streams. On a recent trip to 
Anna River in the Summer Lake Valley, I caught some nice trout 
that were planted there two years ago. They averaged twelve inches 
in length. 




While the penalties of the law, no doubt, are effective in restrain- 
ing a great many in the killing of game out of season, or in exceeding 
the limit of kill during a given period, the one thing which will offer 
sure protection is the growth of knowledge and the development of 
a sense of honor and justice in relation to the protection of game. 

The man who goes out and wantonly slaughters game for the 
love of killing needs a good strong penalty and is richly deserving 
of it, if such penalty overtakes him. That man needs understanding 
and a sense of honor which education of some sort can alone bring 
to him. — Bakersfield Californian. 


Alabama successfully reduces the amount of hunting by requiring 
each gunner to obtain a written permit from a landowner before 
shooting on privately owned land. 


Carlos Avery, Game and Fish Commissioner of Minnesota, has 
issued a card giving directions for the feeding of quail. Loose straw, 
dead grass, and corn fodder are recommended as material for shelters. 
Screens, wheat, barley, rye, buckwheat, weed seeds or corn are sug- 
gested as feed, together with a small pile of sand for grit. A pint of 
food is recommended as a sufficient daily ration for an average covey 
of 15 to 20 birds. Attention is also called to the fact that the Bob 
White is beneficial to agriculture and is highly prized as a game bird, 
and that mink, weazels and house cats are dangerous enemies of these 


Wolves generally cause great damage to game during the winter 
months and the past year was no exception in some localities. In 
others, however, the wolves have suffered far more than the game, 
owing to the great depth of snow and the ease with which these 
animals can be hunted and killed in deep, soft snow. — Fin, Feathers 
and Fur (Minnesota). 


The unprecedented snow storms in the northern and mountain 
districts brought to light many interesting things in connection with 
our birds and animals and no doubt proved very enlightening. One of 
the things demonstrated was that the non-predatory birds and animals 
nearly always seek aid from humans when hungry or in distress. 
Large numbers of deer, quail and other birds came to ranches where 
domestic stock were fed. They also came to the edge of many towns 
as though looking for aid from the residents. The extreme conditions 
demonstrated that deer are much more numerous in Northern Cali- 
fornia than was believed — California Fish and Game Bulletin. 



For the first time in the history of the state the Game and Fish 
Department is now on a self-supporting basis. This is due to increased 
revenues for hunting licenses and from fishing privileges, chiefly pro- 
vided for by acts of the last Legislature, which was productive of 
much good and wholesome legislation in the interest of game and fish. 
This is as it should be. There is no reason why the general taxpayer 
should be charged anything for the work of conservation, propagation 
and protection of game and fish when it is a simple matter to raise 
all the revenues required from hunting and fishing licenses. In such 
case the persons receiving the benefit are paying the cost — to which 
they do not object. It should not be understood that the receipts 
of the Game and Fish Department go into the department funds. They 
do not. The game and fish work is supported solely from appropriations 
by the Legislature, and all receipts and revenues received are paid into 
the general revenue fund of the state. They serve to balance the 
expenditures, however, relieving the taxpayers accordingly. — Fin, 
Feathers and Fur (Minnesota). 


A beginning has been made on the acquisition of a series of edu- 
cational moving picture films which will show grapically the processes 
of fish culture work and other interesting information relating to the 
propagation of fishes, commercial fishing operations, angling and other 
wild life pictures pertaining to Minnesota. These will be for use in 
connection with lectures and otherwise in any way available for educa- 
tional purposes. — Fin, Feathers and Fur (Minnesota). 


Governor Whitman of New York has vetoed the bill permitting 
the shooting of does. The bill by the amendments proposed gave 
protection only to fawns, for it provided that during the open season 
a person might take one deer not less than a year old, of either sex. 
In his memorandum Governor Whitman said: 

"No person can conceive of a surer way of exterminating deer 
than that provided under the proposed bill which permits the killing 
of the breeders. I believe that the genuine sportsmen of the state 
are in favor of the retention, without change, of the present so-called 
'buck law.' 

"In eighteen states, including New York, the killing of female 
deer is prohibited by law. For New York to step out of this column of 
states would, in my judgment, be a long step backward in the matter 
of conservation, and I believe that this state cannot afford to offer 
such an example as this to the world. 

"The number of hunting fatalities in this state is considerably 
lower than in states without such a law as the present one, the theory 
being* that a hunter who has to look carefully enough to ascertain 
whether the animal at which he is about to fire has horns is not 
likely to mistake another hunter for a deer. — Forest and Stream. 



Coccycits americanns occidentalis (Ridgev.) 
By R. Bruce Horsfall. 

You slender, shy and dovelike bird, 

All white and brownish gray, 

With rufous wings, black, spotted tail, 

Bill yellow half the way, 

You're rarely seen, not often heard; 

Your "Kuk-kuk-kuk-kuk-coo," 

Brings eager eyes to woodland glades 

To catch a glimpse of you. — A. E. B. 

The California Cuckoo is in every way but size the counterpart of 
the Eastern Yellow-billed Cuckoo, of which Miss Alice E. Ball in her 
book, "A Year With the Birds," gives a true word picture in the above 
beautiful little poem. Our Western bird is about one inch longer than 
the Eastern species being from 12.30 to 13.50 inches. The six-inch tail, 
composed of ten feathers of graduated length, each with a thumb- 
mark of white on the end, is the most conspicuous character for 

Slender and tapering, and with extreme deliberateness in all its 
movements, the Cuckoo is exceedingly difficult to see as it moves 
about in the tree tops, and when it flies, its long slender body passes 
swiftly in a straight line to disappear in other cover. 

The nest, sometimes lined with dry grass or leaves, is a very 
slight platform of twigs placed in trees and bushes. There on that 
flimsy structure two to four light bluish green eggs are laid and it 
seems that only a miracle holds them in place. Certainly any quick 
nervous movement on the part of the brooding bird would send those 
eggs flying into space, but that's just what the Cuckoo never does, 
it never makes a hurried nervous movement. Like other birds that 
mate for life, they are very devoted parents. 

Rare birds throughout most parts of Oregon, their presence is 
often unsuspected but for their call notes, a slow, whistled kow-kow- 
kow-kow, followed by the same note rapidly repeated six or seven 
times with a slight diminuendo. A simple variation of this is given 
at times, but always the same quality of tone — soft, round and 
mellow. This is supposed to presage rain, hence the name,, sometimes 
given them, of "Rain Crow." 

Inhabiting orchard tracts and willow bordered streams, they eat 
all sorts of insects, but the hairy caterpillar, known as the tent cater- 
pillar or tent worm, seems to be their favorite food. These caterpillars 
are the larvae of the Vanessa Antiope or Mourning Cloak Butterfly. 
This beautiful creature, having lived through the winter in some 
warm crack or cranny, deposits her hexagonal eggs like a miniature 
ring of honeycomb about the twigs of our orchard trees — apples, 
cherries, plums and others, also on the wild fruit trees and willows. 

The eggs hatch in two weeks and the creatures live as a colony 
throughout the larval stage. Each crawler leaves in its track a thread 
of silk and the colony is soon covered with a beautiful, shimmering, 
waterproof tent. 

To this tent comes the cuckoo, and in a deliberate "don't care if 
I do" sort of a way, devours the prickly squirming mass to the last 
individual, two to three hundred at a time. 

Examinations of cuckoo's stomachs have revealed them coated, 
like a piece of felt, with the prickly bristles of the Vanessa larva. 



Zenaidura macroura {Linn). 
By R. Bruce Horsfall. 

The soft call of the male has, given this bird its common name. 
Uttered slowly and hollowly: 

"Whwoo oo, whoo whoo 

oo, oo" 

It gives to one of a depressed nature, a feeling of lonesomeness 
akin to fear, the personification of the gentlest, tenderest love, a love 
so deep that it borders on sorrow. 

And such is the nature of the "turtle-dove."* 

No creature could be more lovable, tender, sweet and true. They 
mate for life, and when all goes well, live over 20 years. 

Their color is in keeping with their character, a soft dove brown, 
the male having a slight iridescence about the neck. The tail is long 
and pointed. There is a black spot under the ear and a few black spots 
upon the wing coverts. Their total length is about 12 inches. They 
are skillful and swift in flight, going 30 miles an hour with ease. 

*The name borrowed from an allied species of Europe. 

While drinking, they keep the bill immersed almost to the eyes 
until the draught is finished — and do not raise the head, as most 
birds do, to swallow. 

Two creamy white eggs are laid on a very frail platform of sticks 
through which they can be seen. This nest is placed anywhere from 
on the ground to fifty feet up in the tree- tops. They raise two and 
sometimes three broods a season. 

Mourning doves are at home over the whole of the United States. 
Though quite abundant all over the Middle West and East of the 
Cascades in Oregon, only stragglers inhabit the Willamette and kindred 

As weed eradicators they have no equals, with the possible ex- 
ception of Bob-white. 

"It was only a seed that fell, 

A downy and tiny seed; 
And few that saw it could tell 

What an evil and pestilent weed 
Would spring from that little sphere, 

With power to spread at the root 
Till it choked out all blossoms of cheer, 

And cut off all promise of fruit." 

All over this broad land of ours are thousands of farmers and 
tillers of small acreage who, after many hard, back-breaking days 
with the hoe, have wished that there was some way to prevent the 
rapid growth of weeds, and save them from the sweating brow and 
blistered hands and feet. 

Of preeminent value for this purpose are the doves. 
Investigations made by the Biological Survey, U. S. Department 
of Agriculture, of the food of doves proves their great worth. The 


contents of 237 stomachs examined through the four seasons showed 
that 99% of the food was vegetable and over 64% was noxious weed 

Some individual records are of interest. In one stomach was 
found 7,500 seeds of the wood-sorrel (Oxalis stricta), in another 6,400 
seeds of barn grass or fox-tail OChactocloa) and a third had a com- 
bination of 9,200 seeds of troublesome weeds. A total of 23,000 pros- 
pective weeds used as a single meal for three birds is a wonderful 
fact, yet these most valuable farmer's friends are considered game 
birds on which there is an open season of two months. 

The question is one of dollars and cents. The dove is far too 
valuable to be classed as a game bird. Its value consists in its weed 
seed destruction, and not in the few ounces of flesh or the trifling 
sport it may furnish if shot as game. 


Cjiordeiles virginianus virginianus (Gmel.) 
Chordeiles virginianus henryi (Cuss.) 
Clwrdeiles virginianus hesperis. 

By R. Bruce Horsfall. 

There are three species of virginianus in Oregon, resembling each 
other so closely in habits and appearances that they can not be dis- 
tinguished except in the hand. 

Chordeiles virginianus is found east of the Cascades, while C. v. 
henryi ranges over the Cascades and to the Pacific. C. v. hesperis, 
the Pacific Night Hawk, from the Coast to the mountains. The three 
forms overlap in their breeding habitat and have not been clearly 

Completely blotched and mottled with blacks, browns, white and 
gray, the birds are well adapted to their daylight sleep upon the 
ground or as a knot lengthwise upon some horizontal branch or stump. 
Resembling the Whip-Poor-Wills, who fly only after dark, the Night 
Hawks fly about in the late afternoon and until full daylight in the 
morning. One of their favorite pastimes is to mount by easy stages 
to a tremendous height, then half fold the wings and shoot earth- 
ward with fearful speed and a hollow booming sound. 

A white patch in the middle of each wing is a strong recognition 
mark. The feet are small and useless, but how wonderfully at home 
Night Hawks are in the sky. However, they are not Hawks at all, 
but a species peculiar to themselves, with a fly-trap for a mouth (a 
tiny bill at the apex of a cleft which reaches from ear to ear of a very 
broad head). They go zig-zagging about with great speed catching 
every insect that flies. 

There are many insect-catching birds for the day, but the night 
also has its myriads of buzzing wings to be caught, and the Night 
Hawks are their greatest enemy. Their stomachs are huge for such 
small birds, equaling in capacity the stomachs of pigeons whose bodies 
are twice as large. As many as 1800 flying ants have been found in 
one stomach, 38 entire grasshoppers in another, 500 mosquitoes in the 
stomach of a third, yet we are far from beginning to realize the very 
important factor insectivorous birds are in checking the ravages of 
insects injurious to vegetation and man. 


No nest is made. The two eggs, creamy, olive-buff, or gray, 
profusely blotched or speckled with blackish, brownish-gray and lav- 
ender are deposited on the bare ground, usually among pebbles where 
they are difficult to distinguish. The spot chosen may be on an island 
in the middle of the river, or the pebbled roof of a city building. 

Over the City of New York these birds are far more numerous 
than over the surrounding open country, and as both eggs and young 
have been found upon the high flat roofs we may infer that these 
queer birds have recognized the safety for their eggs and young of 
such an abode. No predatory animals, no prowling cats or nosing 
dogs, no blundering feet of domestic stock are there to disturb them. 

In the City of Portland, as the quiet of evening settles down 
upon the business section, one may see the Night Hawks dodging 
about above the buildings. 

At three o'clock in the morning of the 2d of July, I was waiting 
for a car at the corner of Third and Morrison, en route to join another 
bird enthusiast in an early observation walk. It was raining heavily 
and, but for the street lights, quite dark. The sharp "peent peent" 
of the Night Hawk was all about me though I could not see them 
until the gray dawn had lightened a bit, then I observed the birds 
zig-zagging about, even skimming the pavement, to catch, as I thought, 
the early house fly. 

When the city awakes, these birds retire to some high rooftop 
where the noise and bustle of our busy day reaches them only as the 
roar and rush of the trout stream reaches the slumbering camper 
by its side. 


By Deputy Warden William Brown. 

Judging by the reports I have received from the people, and what 
I have seen while patrolling, there is plenty of wild game, such as deer, 
bear, cougar, wild cats, etc., in Columbia County. 

Nan Dolan, of Houlton, recently killed a large cougar within a 
mile of St. Helens, and more of these animals are reported in that 
section of the county. In May last, Fred Floler killed three cougars 
and fourteen wild cats, that were taken at Bunker Hill; and Phil 
Popham, a mail carrier, killed a 500-pound bear and lost a valuable 
dog in the operation. Two cub bears that were with the old bear got 
away. Four bears were killed in Columbia County during last winter. 
Any sportsman with the time on his hands and the inclination to kill 
bear can find some real sport in this line in Columbia County. 

As for deer, there are a good many, judging by the sign that is 
appearing at this time of the year. Reports are to the effect that 
hunting will be good in the Nehalem country. Fishing is also good 
in the Nehalem River and tributaries. Some nice catches of very 
large fish are reported this early in the season, although the fishing 
season is backward, owing to the late spring and high water. Fishing 
elsewhere in the county is good, and there seems to be plenty of fish 
in the streams. What is known as the "spinner" is used by the anglers, 
although the fish are taking the fly to some extent. 

It only takes three hours from Portland to reach some of the best 
hunting and fishing territory in the state — Columbia County. 



By Edgar A. Guest. 

A feller isn't thinkin' mean, 

Out fishin'; 
His thoughts are mostly good and clean, 

Out fishin'; 
He doesn't knock his fellow men, 
Or harbor any grudges then; 
A feller's at his finest, when 

Out fishin'. 

The rich are comrades to the poor, 

Out fishin'; 
All brothers of a common lure, 

Out fishin'; 
The urchin with the pin an' string 
Can chum with millionaire an' king; 
Vain pride is a forgotten thing 

Out fishin'. 

A feller gits a chance to dream, 

Out fishin'; 
He learns the beauties of a stream, 

Out fishin'; 
An' he can wash his soul in air 
That isn't foul with selfish care, 
An' relish plain an' simple fare 

Out fishin'. 

A feller has no time for hate, 

Out fishin'; 
He isn't eager to be great, 

Out fishin'; 
He isn't thinkin' thoughts of pelf, 
Or goods stacked high upon a shelf, 
But he is always just himself, 

Out fishin'. 

A feller's glad to be a friend, 

Out fishin'; 
A helping hand he'll always lend, 

Out fishin'; 
The brotherhood of rod an' line 
An' sky an' stream is always fine; 
Men come real close to God's design, 

Out fishin'. 

A feller isn't plotting schemes, 

Out fishin'; 
He's only busy with his dreams, 

Out fishin'; 
His livery is a coat of tan, 
His creed: to do the best he can; 
A feller's always mostly man, 

Out fishin'. 

— From Michigan Sportsman. 



By W. F. Backus. 

Many anglers are inclined to ridicule the scores made at various 
casting tournaments, being of the opinion that records are so abnormal 
that they are of no use to fishermen when on the stream. This is a 
mistaken idea as I will try to prove. 

While many of the scores made are unnecessarily high, all tourna- 
ment casting brings the angler into such a thorough acquaintance 
with his tackle that he gets the very best out of it under all conditions. 

One of the most practical of all of the events on the casting pro- 
gram is the dry fly accuracy. In this event five 30-inch hoops are 
floating on the water at distances ranging from 20 to 50 feet from the 
casting platform. The caster is obliged to work his line out in the 
air and must drop his fly inside the hoop. The fly must float after 
dropping on the water until the judges call "score," when it must be 
retrieved without any unnecessary disturbance of the water. The fly 
is not allowed to touch the water between scoring casts, but must 
be kept in the air all the time. Three casts are made at each of the 
five rings, and for every foot that the hoops are missed one demerit 
is scored against the contestant. Should the angler miss the hoop 
on an average of one foot for each cast it would give him a total of 
fifteen demerits, or a score of 99 per cent. Even a score like this calls 
for very accurate work, and any one who can reach this mark will 
certainly get his share of the fish on any trout stream in the state. 

There is no question that on many of our streams the fish are 
becoming educated to the ordinary means of fishing with bait. The 
man who can put his fly exactly where he wants it and drop it 
gently, is the one who is going to get the most sport out of fishing 
in the future. I can imagine nothing which will give better practice 
than this dry fly accuracy event in a casting tournament. This event 
requires no special tackle as any one can use a rod which is gen- 
erally used for fly fishing. 

Another very useful event is the long distance fly casting with 
light rods. In this event the rod must not weigh more than 5% 
ounces, so that the average fishing rod is just the right caliber. The 
line used in this event is but very little different from the ordinary 
fishing line, the only difference being that most of the casters tie a 
very thin line to the back part of the main line, which helps a great 
deal in shooting the cast. With this equipment a number of the local 
men frequently reach a distance of 100 feet. Of course, there are 
but very few streams where such a length of line is necessary, but 
on some of our larger rivers it is up to the fisherman to get out a 
good long line, and if he can do 90 or 100 feet on the casting platform 
he will have no trouble in negotiating 70 or 80 feet on the river, and 
to be able to do this is decidely worth while. 

The same argument applies to bait casting, particularly in the 
accuracy events. The casting is done with small aluminum plugs 
weighing % and V 2 ounce each, and a 30-inch target is anchored from 
60 to 100 feet away from the platform. To drop one of these very 
light plugs in the middle of a 30-inch target out 100 feet, with a very 
fast running reel to control at the same time, is a feat which requires 
a cool hand and a very keen eye. In both y 2 and % ounce events, 
many of the casters will go through a program of ten casts and never 
miss a target a foot. Let this same caster take a regular bait casting 
outfit, with a wooden minnow weighing three-quarters or an ounce 



and a standard weight line, and he will be fully as accurate when after 
bass or steelheads. 

The distances reached in bait casting are very great, much longer 
than necessary in fishing, it is true, as a very thin line is used in 
tournament work, but it is all most excellent practice for a fisherman. 
He becomes so used to controlling a fast running reel for a long 
period of time that the ordinary cast required in fishing is done with 
the greatest of ease. 

Our local park officials have just completed an excellent casting 
platform in the lake at Laurelhurst Park. Targets and measuring 
lines have been installed so that casting practice can be indulged in 
at any time. Almost every evening finds a number of casters busy 
with the various events, and a cordial invitation is extended by the 
Multnomah Anglers' Club to every one interested in casting to make 
use of this platform. 

On August 24 and 25 the Northwest Championship Tournament 
will be held on this lake, at which time we expect to bring together 
expert anglers from all over the Northwest. 

New Fish Ladder on East Fork of Hood River, at Dee, Oregon, built by Oregon 

Lumber Co. 

Sportsman — Is it worth my time to shoot in this neighborhood? 
Native — Well, the shootin' ain't wuth shucks, but then, I don't 
know what your time is wuth. — Boston Transcript. 



(Michigan Sportsman.) 

It should be considered by every sportsman in Michigan his 
imperative duty to become a member of the state league, now known 
as the Association, either as an individual or through membership of 
his local organization. 

In the last two years of its existence, especially, this league has 
made itself a power for good by bringing to the aid of practical 
protection, propagation and conservation the organized thought and 
systematic action of the best and most truly disinterested and unselfish 
sportsmen of the state. It represents the united purpose and the 
concensus of ideas of the fraternity. It has been able not only to 
guide legislation on the subject of game, in a large measure, by its 
support of meritorious measures and its condemnation of worthless 
or vicious bills, but it has initiated many valuable ideas, presented 
them to the Legislature and by its influence procured their enactment 
into law. The best of this year's changes in Michigan's game and 
fish laws are the direct result of its suggestions and untiring effort. 

But aside from owing the duty of your personal membership and 
active participation in league work, you will derive a great personal 
benefit and liberal education from its meetings and will, in addition, 
find keen pleasure in your association with the men you meet there. 
They are not little fellows, but big and broad-minded men from every 
walk of life, imbued with unselfishness of purpose and with a single 
mind to do what they can to better conditions. Their aim is not 
to benefit themselves or the few, but to improve the field of sport 
for all. 

At the last annual meeting they added a sportsmen's show which 
was one of the best ever held in the West. This will be a feature of 
their future meetings. Their annual supper, addresses and moving 
picture lessons are occasions of immense interest and pleasure which 
you cannot afford to miss, and were you to lend yourself to the enjoy- 
ment of them you would go back with an added zest for the cause 
that is yours and ours, and an impulse to do something concrete toward 
its furtherance. 

Come, be a good sportsman, brother. Send in your dollar for 
membership to Hugh B. Gilbert, Flint, Michigan, the secretary of 
the Association. Then turn to and have your local organization (if 
there isn't one, it is time for you to organize it) because a constituent 
member, with the right to one delegate vote for each ten members, 
by remitting to Secretary Gilbert the required annual fee of ten cents 
for each local member. There's a lot of work to do yet. With all 
the accomplished legislation of last year, our laws are not yet com- 
plete or perfect. In fact, a number of defects crept in before this 
year's grist was ground through the legislative mill, and these must 
be remedied. As we try out in operation the new laws, other short- 
comings will appear. Perfection doesn't come at once. The progress 
must be step by step, light added to light. 

For all this you need the league as a melting pot for ideas, to 
formulate into a single principle the universal thought, and as an 
engine to promulgate and enforce it. Until you are organized through- 
out the state you can never get what you Michigan Wild Life Con- 
servation want. Your strength is in loyal union. Organized, you 
can be a power, irresistible and respected. Organize now, brother! 
Join the Michigan Wild Life Conservation Association at once. 



By Deputy Warden J. M. Thomas. 

The past winter was very hard on all kinds of birds and game in 
this county, as well as in other sections. Had it not been for the 
good people feeding the birds, there is no doubt but that twice the 
number would have perished from the cold. When the call was sent 
out to feed the birds, the newspapers of the county took the matter up 
and sent the word broadcast, where it reached those who would other- 
wise not have given the matter a thought. Too much credit cannot 
be given our newspapers for the good work done, for they are all 
friendly toward the game protection service. The Evening Record and 
Coos Bay Times, both daily papers, and good ones, too, have always 
been boosters for game protection and have published section after 
section of the game laws for the people's benefit without cost, and all 
the weekly papers have done their share. I feel grateful to all of them 
for the interest they have taken in the question of game protection. 

Coos County now has a real railroad, constructed of real steel 
and wood, real trains operating in and out of the county, and connect- 
ing with the main line at Eugene. And now the railroads that have in 
the past been built on paper have passed on, as did Hallie's comet. 
We feel that this must be a great relief to our friends, Ash and Briggs, 
of the Times and the Record editorial forces at Marshfield. When 
they retire at night they no longer have to lay awake and think how 
to build more paper railroads tomorrow. The real railroad is here. 
This writer is not going to tell you about the Indian trails, nor about 
the resources this railroad has opened up in Coos County. We are 
in the game business and take great pleasure in telling about the 
game birds and game animals and where they may be found; also 
about the lakes and streams where the best catches of trout can be 
made at different seasons. If it is deer you want, we can tell you 
where they can be found in open season and can tell you of guides 
that can take you to them. If it is bear, panther and wild cats you 
are after, you can find them within ten to fifteen miles from Marsh- 
field — and the farther away you go, the more you can find. We can 
get you a guide with dogs who will guarantee you one of these speci- 
mens within a reasonable time. There is no closed season on bear, 
panther or wild cats in this county, so the time for hunting these 
animals can be arranged at any time. We also have good duck shoot- 
ing and salmon trolling on Coos Bay. A trip in to see the wonders 
of this section of the great State of Oregon will convince you that all 
we have said is true. 

In this issue of The Sportsman I am only telling what we have 
here for the sportsman to select from. Any of the animals men- 
tioned can be found either in Coos, Curry or Douglas Counties in 
abundance. I will be pleased to give readers of The Sportsman any 
information at any time relative to the best locality in which to find 
these animals. 



Central Hatchery at Bonneville, Showing Pond System. 


(From Portland Oregonian.) 

"I never saw a finer fish hatchery than the Oregon State Hatchery 
at Bonneville," declared Edwin F. Sweet, assistant secretary of the 
Department of Commerce, on his arrival in Portland from Bonneville 
last night. 

Mr. Sweet is touring the Pacific Coast on official business. He 
is giving particular attention to the fisheries, lighthouse and steamboat 
inspection bureaus. 

At noon today Mr. Sweet will be an honor guest at an informal 
luncheon at the Chamber of Commerce. He is expected to detail 
the plans of the Department of Commerce for development of Pacific 
Coast trade conditions. 

"I had often heard of the Bonneville Hatchery," said Mr. Sweet, 
"so I decided to visit it at the first opportunity. I was particularly 
fortunate today in having an opportunity not only of going to Bonne- 
ville, but of riding over your justly renowned Columbia River Highway. 
I never saw two such wonders on a single day before." 

Mr. Sweet, who is accompanied by his daughter, reports that he 
has toured over most of the best roads in the East, but that he has 
seen nothing in any part of the country that can begin to compare 
with the new road along the Columbia River. 

From a professional point of view, however, he was most inter- 
ested in the Bonneville Hatchery. Some of the men now attached to 
the plant at Bonneville formerly were in the Federal service, while 
others now in the Federal service formerly were connected with the 
Bonneville plant. 

"Ever since I entered the department," he said, "I have had the 
Bonneville Hatchery held up to me as a sort of model. I went there 
today expecting to see a wonderful plant and, indeed, I was not dis- 
appointed. I believe that the people of Oregon fail to appreciate what 
a valuable asset the fish hatchery is. It has been doing good work 



Interior View Bonneville Hatchery, Containing 240 Troughs. 

and the Federal Government can well be proud if it can come up to 
its standard." 

Mr. Sweet reports that his department is continuing its research 
along the Oregon Coast and in other waters of the Pacific to locate 
halibut banks and various kinds of commercial fish. Considerable 
progress already has been made in this direction. 

Before leaving Portland today he will visit the steamboat inspec- 
tion offices and receive informal reports from the officers in charge. 

He will leave tonight for Seattle, where he will inspect a Federal 
patrol-boat now being built there for Government service. It was his 
intention originally to go to Alaska to see the new lighthosue being 
erected on Cape St. Elias, but urgent business demands that he go 
from Seattle directly to Washington. 

Mr. Sweet was appointed to his present office by President Wilson. 
He is accredited to the State of Michigan. He is an ex-Representative 
in Congress from that state and an ex-Mayor of Grand Rapids. 

Tanks in One of the Trout Houses. 



Stephen Chambers and his two hours' catch of Salmon at Oregon City, June 5, 191 6. 
Small Salmon taken with light tackle. 


By Deputy Warden Ben S. Patton. 

- As to this locality, which takes in Clackamas County, mainly, with 
the return of good weather and people beginning to turn their attention 
to outdoor recreation, with camping and fishing taking the lead, I 
don't know of anything I could say that is of more importance and 
deserves more attention from the sportsman's standpoint than the 
stocking the streams and lakes of the foothills and mountains with 
trout. A great deal has already been done, but with the increasing 
amount of fishing every year people are just beginning to realize 
that streams that are fished by so many people will have to be 
stocked more or less every year if the fishing is kept up to where it 
ought to be. There is hardly any one form of sport that will bring 
more people out in the open in healthful surroundings and furnish 
more enjoyment than good trout fishing. For that reason it is import- 
ant to the people as a whole as well as to the anglers themselves. 

Nearly all the good angling streams of this county can be reached 
at some point by electric car lines or by fairly good auto roads from 
Portland, Oregon City and other points, except, of course, the head- 
waters of these streams in the mountains, which can only be reached 
by trails suitable for saddle and pack horses, or on foot. This locality 
no doubt has more miles of good fishing streams that are within 
easy reach of Portland, Oregon City and the most populous center 
of Oregon than any other equal area in the state. For that reason 
it will take a great deal of work to keep them up with anything like 


good fishing. The ease with which they can be reached makes them 
the streams of busy people and those who cannot afford to go often 
except on Sundays and holidays, where they can go out and back 
the same day, or one day and a night, which is enjoyed by those that 
cannot take long camping trips. But at the same time it has regions 
farther back from settlement in the mountains where one can go and 
find the best of fishing and be away from the much traveled localities, 
where the country and surroundings are still as nature made them. 

With respect to angling streams, this county is divided naturally 
by the topography of the country into three divisions: (1) The Sandy 
and Bull Run country, having tributaries such as Salmon River, Little 
Sandy, Cedar Creek and others; (2) the Clackamas country, which 
spreads out in a fanlike shape to the summit of the mountains, with 
such tributaries as Eagle Creek, Deep Creek, Clear Creek, North and 
South Forks, Roaring River, Oak Grove and Colliwash, each of which 
are good sized streams and have tributaries of their own; (3) the 
Molalla River country, with three forks of this river, and Milk Creek, 
Trout Creek, Gawley and Pine Creeks. 

The Sandy River country is reached by the Bull Run car line from 
Portland, and by auto road that runs to Mount Hood and on over the 
summit of the mountains. This region has much attractive scenery, 
as well as good trout and salmon streams. Some day this will be 
the route of one of the noted scenic highways of the state. The 
Clackamas country is reached by the Estacada line, and fairly good 
auto roads from Portland and other points; except the high mountain 
country, which can only be reached by trails, but good ones, making 
all parts of the Oregon National Forest accessible to the summit of 
the mountains and beyond. The Molalla country is reached from 
Oregon City and Portland by both electric and steam road, and has 
some very good trout streams. Good camping places are to be found 
along the streams of all these regions; even good hotels in a number 
of places. 

Most of the mountain lakes and streams of this part of the coun- 
try that had no fish in them have been stocked, except those that 
are over one day's travel from the railroad, and there are a number 
of these, both lakes and streams. Carrying trout fry for liberating 
on pack horses over mountain trails has been found to be a very 
satisfactory method. Very few are lost and they are not much trouble 
after packing them on and starting. The shaking the cans get from 
the motion of the horses keeps the water aerated and does not 
require frequent changing when the weather is not too warm. Trout 
do unusually well in all mountain lakes and streams. In the lakes 
especially they grow to be a large size in two or three years. Rainbow 
Trout put in two lakes near Oak Grove Ranger Station, about 30 miles 
up the river from Estacada, were from 12 to 14 inches in length the 
third year. They seem to grow faster in the lakes than in the small 

The people who have heen most instrumental in stocking up the 
streams of these localities have been the sportsmen's organizations of 
Estacada, Oregon City and Molalla, with the help of others not con- 
nected with any organizations. A good start has been made, but 
double the number of fish that have been liberated in any previous 
year would not be any too many. This is not written with the idea 
of boosting, or putting one locality ahead of another, but by reason 
of its closeness and accessibility to the largest city and the most 
populous section of Oregon, it is important that the fishing be kept up. 
The sportsmen who live in the immediate locality and have done most 


of the liberating of trout fry are only a few hundred, while the sports- 
men that come in from the outside, from Portland especially, can be 
numbered by the thousands within the course of a year, which takes 
the interest in these streams beyond that of the local people. 


By Deputy Warden C. W. Loughrey. 

Tt is often a true saying, "It's strange what you see when you 
ain't got no gun." This frequently falls to the lot of the game warden, 
and what he sees and hears from would-be hunters would fill a large 

I made a trip to the Nehalem last week — a place known for its 
hunters and sportsmen, large and small. Strange to say, none of 
these sportsmen are afraid of a deer or elk when it is running, and 
they have used almost as much ammunition trying to kill one of these 
animals as has been used in the German war. But when it comes to 
a wild animal — one inclined to put up a fight — the trees are frequently 
found full of Nehalem hunters. For instance, last week two cougars 
were seen in the valley hy a man going along the road, who unfor- 
tunately had no gun, but in order to exterminate the pests he notified 
Walter Bottom and Ira Foster, two of the leading hunters of the 

Bottom and Foster immediately grabbed all the guns and ammu- 
nition they had on hand and started for the cougars. Fortunately, 
perhaps, for them, the place where they met the cougars was close 
to two tall hemlock trees. They afterward informed me the reason 
they climbed the tree was to get a better shot at the cougars. Tim 
Corcoran, who witnessed the occurrence, says he never saw two men 
climb a tree quicker than Bottom and Foster, and he has lived in the 
Nehalem all his life, and is a professional tree climber himself when 
any varmints are in close proximity. Just how long Bottom and Foster 
stayed in the tree is not known, as Tim had to go home and milk his 
cows, and it was 9 o'clock in the morning when the tree episode 

The cougars are dead, but who killed them will only be known 
when the bill is presented to the County Court for the bounty. Of 
course, this is not my statement, but what every one in the Nehalem 
says, and there must be considerable truth in it. 

Some years ago there was a large "pigeon tree" on the old Grand 
Rapids townsite, underneath which was a mineral spring, and wild 
pigeons used to go there in large numbers, but the owner of the place, 
who never hunted and did not want any one else to hunt, cut the tree 
down, much to the indignation of every ' visitor in the Nehalem 
Valley. Since then pigeons are seldom seen here, but large numbers 
are found at Vesper. 

The Nehalem used to be a hunter's paradise, but the advance of 
civilization has driven the game back into the dense forests and 
hunting is done with great difficulty. In fact, it is too far to walk 
for sportsmen like Bottom and Foster, who are only looking for 
ferocious wild beasts. 





By Deputy Warden Robt. H. Young. 

To the lover of real sport, who fishes the streams of Morrow 
County, the benefits which have been derived in late years under 
the supervision of the State Fish and Game Commission, are very 

For a number of years previous to the time when the Commission 
began restocking and protecting fish here the sport had been declin- 
ing to a serious extent. In the early days these streams were all 
filled with salmon and trout. As the population increased and pres- 
sure was brought about by ungoverned catches, and unlimited bas- 
kets, the fish became much scarcer. And today I am afraid our 
streams would be drained of fish were it not for the annual visits of 
the state fish car "Rainbow," which has made this territory in the 
past five or six years. 

The Morrow County Rod and Gun Club was organized at Heppner 
last year with fifty members, and the lone Game Protective Associa- 
tion was organized with sixty members. These are the sportsmen's 
clubs of the county. Both clubs are very active, and to them must 
be attributed a great deal of the present condition which is the cause 
of so very few game law violations. There is perhaps no section of the 
state where all fishermen are as interested in the restocking of the 
streams and the encouragement of fish protection as are the sportsmen 
of this district. 

These clubs were instrumental in having Willow and Rhea Creeks 
stocked last year, and local people are experiencing the finest fishing 
this summer they have had in years. But they are not satisfied to 
stop the good work with the first success, and this year will be a 
larger and better year for restocking this section with fish and game 
than ever before. 

Interior of Fish Distribution Car "Rainbow," carrying' One Hundred and Eighty 
Ten-Gallon Cans, with Air Tubes Attached. 



By Deputy Warden F. W. Triska. 

On October 13, 1912, Joe and I decided to go to the Steens Moun- 
tains to hunt the "big ones." We loaded our ibedding and grub for 
ten days into a hack, hitched up the two broncho mules, "Jack" and 
"Dixie," and struck out for the Alvord ranch, some one hundred and 
fifty miles southeast of Burns. 

Arriving at the ranch, we pitched camp, and inquired the where- 
abouts Of the big bucks from the farm hands, who said they were 
several thousand feet higher up. Early the next morning we started 
to climb the east slope of the mountains. At a height of about 9000 
feet I ran across a deer trail, which to all appearances was about 
two hours old. Making sure there was a big buck in the band, I took 
the trail, and soon saw where the buck was chasing another deer from 
the herd, following the new trail up the hill. After a short distance 
I discovered I was not the only one on the trail, for the tracks of two 
coyotes showed fresh in the snow. While tracking with my head down 
I rounded a sharp corner and met face to face with the object of my 

The deer was off at a bound, and the same instant came the report 
of the 30 U. S 1 , G., the bullet wounding him in the small of the back. 
Meantime, looking across the canyon, I saw four other bucks which 
had been scared up by the report. Thinking my deer safe to handle, 
and not wishing to scare the other bucks with another shot, I decided 
to try to cut his throat. I drew my huntnig knife, sneaked up behind 
him, grabbed a horn, and the fight was on. 

The deer outweighed me by a hundred pounds and had far more 
strength in his neck than I had in my arms. Striking with feet and 
horns, he was almost too much for me, but I managed to hang on. 
Down, down through shale and snow we tumbled and rolled, sometimes 
the buck underneath, but more often myself. After struggling about 
two hours, I finally succeeded in throwing my leg over his horns, 
twisting his head, and making a successful pass at his throat. Pulling 
off my torn shirt, I covered his head to keep away the varmints. 

Weary, breathless, exhausted, with my clothes in tatters after 
the prolonged fight, I crawled up the hill to where my rifle lay, about 
a half mile distant from the battleground, and from there made my 
way back to camp, some five miles distant. Too tired to undress, I 
crawled into bed with my shoes only half unlaced. Here I stayed and 
rested two days. 

On the third day Joe and I decided to try broncho "Jack" under 
saddle, at sight of which you could hear him snort for a mile. Find- 
ing it impossible to rid himself of the saddle, he was a good mule 
until we reached the deer, which he refused to approach nearer than 
two hundred yards. Whip nor coaxing did any good, and at this safe 
distance he remained as though rooted to the ground. When "Jack" 
was blindfolded, hobbled and securely tied to a tree, we thought it 
safe to snake the deer down to him. Even with the mule tied, it was a 
long, hard job to get that deer firmly strapped to the saddle. At last, 
however, we succeeded and then tossed up to see who would have the 
task of leading "Jack" to camp. 

Joe was the unlucky man. Bracing his feet, shutting his eyes, and 
preparing for the worst, he seized the halter rope firmly in both 


hands. I tore off the blind, the mule gave one sniff at the deer's feet 
dangling from his back, and they were off. Joe managed to keep up 
with "Jack" for some time, his feet revolving in a blue haze, when 
suddenly they ceased to keep the pace set by the flying mule. The 
last I saw of Joe he was rolling over the rim of the canyon in the 
midst of a young avalanche of shale and rocks, turning alternate 
somersaults and cartwheels as he fell. 

I made my way back to camp and found that "Jack" had preceded 
me by some time. Joe returned an hour or so later and received with 
a good-natured grin the laughter with which I compared his slow rate 
of travel with the manner in which I had last seen him. We were 
very tired, but proud in the possession of a trophy which now hangs 
over the desk in my office. 


From Amercan Field, June 24, 1916. 

The Oregon plan of liberating game birds is one way of restock- 
ing a state with game. Farmers, ranchmen and country estate owners 
are all taken into consideration and their co-operating enlisted in the 
work by the Oregon Fish and Game Commission. In every county 
game birds are being raised each year by landholders, and each year a 
report is made to the Commission by these landholders or a census is 
taken to ascertain the number liberated. 

A report has just been published in the Commission's official 
publication, The Oregon Sportsman, of the number of different kinds 
of game birds liberated by individuals r under the plan cited, during 
the year from January 1, 1915, to December 31, 1915, and the total 
makes a gratifying showing, the landholders of each county being 
given credit for the number they liberated individually. The different 
kinds of birds turned over to the state for the year mentioned follow: 
Chinese or Ring-necked Pheasants, 2,914; Bob White Quails, 973; 
California Valley Quails, 959; Mountain Quails, 142. By this plan of 
individual co-operation the State of Oregon is richer by 4,988 game 
birds — a splendid showing from the viewpoint of conservation, not 
only in that they will multiply and increase, with another year's 
product soon to be liberated, but of equal, if not more importance, 
the educating of the public in the great value of this kind of co- 
operative work and an awakening of the public conscience to the 
necessity of obeying the game laws, one of the maxims of the Com- 
mission being, "More game protection sentiment means less money 
spent in patrol service," which means more money for propagating 
purposes. Such work is drawing closer the ties that bind the public 
and the Commission in a common cause, and the Commission is not 
slow in acknowledging this condition, as shown in the following 
statement it has published: "The state game department feels that 
it owes a debt of gratitude to the good people of Oregon who assisted 
so nobly in the work of feeding and caring for the wild game during 
the past winter. It will try to compensate them by an even more 
faithful service and co-operation this coming season." 

What a blessing it would be if this same spirit of effective co- 
operation and unity of purpose could be said of every state! And, 
why not? 



An Extract from "The Gun" by VV. \V. Greener, Birmingham, England, 

Published in 1881. 

The invention of gunpowder is observed in the mythical lore of 
ancient writers, but it is possible to trace it back many centuries 
prior to the Christian era. Most writers upon this subject seem agreed 
that it was known to the Chinese and Indians (East India) prior or 
contemporary with Moses, but the descriptions given are so vague 
that it is difficult to make the various accounts coincide. 

The earliest mention we have of gunpowder is in the Gentoo Laws, 
where it is mentioned as applied to firearms. This particular code 
is believed to have been coeval with the time of Moses. The notice 
is as follows: 

"The magistrate shall not make war with any deceitful machine, 
or with poisoned weapons, or with cannons or guns, or any kind of 
firearms, nor shall he slay in war any person born an eunuch, nor 
any person who putting his arm together supplicates for quarter, nor 
any person who has no means of Escape." 

Gunpowder has been known in India and China far beyond all 
periods of investigation, and if this account be considered true it 
is very possible that Alexander the Great did absolutely meet with 
fire weapons in India, which a passage in Quintus Curtius seems to 
indicate. There are many ancient Indian and Chinese words signify- 
ing weapons of fire, heavens-thunder, devouring-fire, ball containing 
terrestrial fire, and such like expressions. 

Dutens in his work gives a most remarkable quotation from the 
"Life of Apollonius Tyanaeus" written by Philostratus, which, if true, 
proves that Alexander's conquests in India were arrested by the use 
of gunpowder. This oft-cited paragraph is deserving of further repeti- 

"These truly wise men (the Oxydracae) dwell between the rivers 
of Hyphasis and Ganges. Their country Alexander never entered, 
deterred not by fear of the inhabitants, but, as I suppose, by religious 
motives, for had he passed the Hyphasis he might doubtless have 
made himself master of all the country round them; but their cities 
he never could have taken, though he had led a thousand as brave as 
Achilles, or three thousand such as Ajax to the assault; for they 
come not to the field to fight those who attack them, but these holy 
men, beloved of the gods, overthrew their enemies with tempests and 
thunderbolts shot from their walls. It is said that the Egyptian Her- 
cules and Bacchus, when they invaded India, invaded this people also, 
and having prepared warlike engines, attempted to conquer them; 
they in the meantime made no show of resistance, appearing perfectly 
quiet and secure, but upon the enemy's near approach they were 
repulsed with storms of lightning and thunderbolts hurled upon them 
from above." 

Although Philostratus is not considered the most veracious of 
ancient authors, other evidence corroborates the truth of this account, 
and it is now generally acknowledged that the ancient Hindoos pos- 
sessed a knowledge of gunpowder making. They made great use of 
explosives, including gunpowder, in phyrotechnical displays, and it is 
not improbable that they may have discovered (perhaps accidentally) 
the most recondite of its properties, that of projecting heavy bodies, 
and practically applied the discovery by inventing and using cannon. 


The most ingenious theory respecting the invention of gunpowder is 
that of the late Henry Wilkinson: 

"It has always appeared to me highly probable that the first dis- 
covery of gunpowder might originate from the primeval method of 
cooking food by means of wood fires, on a soil strongly impregnated 
with nitre, as it is in many parts of India and China. 

"It is certain that from the moment when the aborigines of these 
countries ceased to devour their food in a crude state, recourse must 
have been had to such means of preparing it; and when the fires 
became extinguished, some portions of the wood partially converted 
into charcoal would remain, thus accidentally bringing into contact 
two of the principal and most active ingredients of the composition 
under such circumstances as could hardly fail to produce some slight 
deflagration whenever fires were rekindled on the same spot. It is 
certain that such a combination of favorable circumstances might 
lead to the discovery, although the period of its application to any 
useful purpose may be very remote from that of its origin." 

The introduction of powder into Europe took place early in the 
Christian era; some believe it was brought by the Moors into Spain, 
and others that it came through the Greeks at Constantinople. Both 
may be correct, but certain it is that it, or a substance closely akin 
to it, was used at the siege of Constantinople in A. D. 668. The Arabs, 
or Saracens, are said to have used it in A. D. 690 at the siege of 
Mecca, and some writers affirm that it was well known to Mahomet. 
In 846, Grecus, in his MS entitled "Liber ignium" describes gun- 
powder as composed of six parts saltpetre, and two parts each of 
charcoal and sulphur. This interesting MS is still in the Royal 
Library at Paris, and the recipe given in it we may state is nearly 
akin to that formula now employed for mixing the ingredients of 

There is a treatise in the Escurial collection of Spain upon gun- 
powder, written in 1249. It was probably from this work, or the 
writings of Marcus Grecus, that Roger Bacon derived his knowledge 
of gunpowder,, although he describes it as in common use for pyro- 
technical displays; he traveled in Spain, and it was probably imme- 
diately after his return that he wrote his work, dated 1267. Berthold 
Schwartz, a monk of Friburg, in Germany studied the writings of 
Bacon regarding explosives, and manufactured gunpowder whilst ex- 
perimenting. He has commonly been credited as the inventor, but 
at any rate the honor is due to him for making known the recondite 
properties of gunpowder, and its adoption in Central Europe quickly 
followed his announcement, which is supposed to have taken place 
about 1320. It is not improbable that gunpowder was well known in 
Spain and Greece many years prior to its being used in Central and 
Northern Europe. 




A careful study of the above picture will doubtless be the means 
of avoiding many accidents during the deer season, which opens for 
male deer only on August 15. 

Don't drag a gun over a log, through the brush or under a fence 
with the muzzle pointed toward you, 


Don't hunt with any one that you know to be careless. Careless- 
ness with three and a quarter drams of powder behind and one-eighth 
ounce of shot is inviting St. Peter. 

Keep your fingers off the trigger until you are looking down the 
barrel at the object you wish to shoot. 

Don't load your gun until you actually get to business. At all 
other times it should be empty. 

Don't attempt to take your gun from a vehicle muzzle end first. 
The same advice applies to a boat. 

Don't become intoxicated while hunting. Many a man who has 
tried the experiment has fired his last shot. 

Don't rest on the muzzle of your gun. 

Don't borrow a dog or a gun or loan either. 

Don't shirk doing a little more than your share of the work in 
camp or boat. 

Don't violate the game laws. It is not only criminal, but some- 
times it's blamed costly. 

Don't hog all the game. Leave a little behind for the next fellow — 
and for seed. As Shakespeare says, "Enough is sufficient." 

Don't rest the muzzle of your gun on the ground. A gun muzzle 
clogged with dirt or mud is a dangerous proposition. 

Keep the business end of your gun pointed from you, but not at 
the other fellow. 

Don't shoot at anything you see moving in the brush or timber 
until you are dead sure you know what you are shooting at. 


A man grows sick of the walls of brick and the city's endless 
roar, when old Winter goes with his frosts and snows and the spring- 
time's at the door. His soul rebels at the city'ls smells and he says to 
himelf, says he, "There are banks of thyme with a scent sublime, and 
the woodland's calling me!" His soul revolts at the jars and jolts 
that the urban dweller knowisi; at his sordid task, when he longs to 
bask in the glen where the cowslip grows, and he says, "Gee whiz! 
I am tired of biz and sick of the sights I see; of the stress and strain 
for a tawdry gain, when the woodland's calling me!" In all human 
lives when the spring arrives there riseth the wanderlust, and a 
fellow's dreams are of woods and streams and the long road white 
with dust. And he heaves a sob as he views his job, from which 
he don't dare to flee, and he says, "By Hoyle! It is hard to toil 
when the woodland's calling me!" — Walt Mason in Chicago Daily 



(From the Outer's Book.) 

There are at least 250 trap-shooting organizations on the Pacific 

George Lyon, the trap shooter who recently died in New Mexico, 
left an estate valued at more than $1,000,000. 

The advent of Mrs. Ada Schilling into Portland (Ore.) trap shoot- 
ing circles has already stimulated interest among the women shooters 
of that city. 

The "Farthest North" Gun Club, located at Nome, Alaska, has 
several cracks on its roster. Twice in recent 100 clay pigeon matches 
R. L. Johnson broke 98 targets. The shoots at Nome are held under 
the midnight sun. 

The Canal Zone is a fertile field for trap shooting. There are 
quite a number of clubs in Panama, the largest one being the Isthmian 
Trap and Rifle Club, at Cristobal. Special events are held on all 
holidays, and tourists are invited to join in all competitions. 

Plans are under way for a series of shoots throughout the country 
this summer for members of the Boy Scouts of America. The boys 
will be taught how to hold the gun and the little things to know about 
trap shooting, and some day the experience may come in useful. 

The biggest shootfest of the year, excepting, of course, the big 
party across the pond,, will take place in St. Louis in August. The 
European shootfest is a professional event. The one at St. Louis will 
be the biggest amateur battle ever fought. About 10 tons of lead will 
be left on Sportsmen's Field in the five days of shooting. 

Four hundred and sixty-four tournaments have been registered 
by the Interstate Association for the Encouragement of Trap Shooting 
for the 1916 season. The 1915 number was 333. 

Gun clubs connected with the Elks of San Francisco, Oakland, 
Berkeley, Richmond and Alameda, Cal., have signified their intention 
of forming, a trap shooting league. 

The Kissimee City Council and the County Commissioners have 
appropriated money and trophies to make the Florida trap shooting 
championship at Kissimee one to be remembered. 


Much interest was manifested on June 4 at the trapshoot at 
Portland. It was the opening day shoot of the Northwest Sportsmen's 
Association. P. H. O'Brien, of Portland, led with 142. O. N. Ford, 
of San Jose, broke 139. H. E. Posten, of San Francisco, was second 
among the professionals, with 142, the event being won by L. H. Reid, 
of Seattle, with 147. The feature of the thirty-ninth annual tourna- 
ment will be the Rose Festival event. — Pacific Outdoors. 





The trap shooters of Oregon are pinning their faith in P. H. 
O'Brien, of Portland, who will represent Oregon at the Grand Ameri- 
can Handicap at St. Louis this year. Mr. O'Brien's prominence is 
due mainly to his recent winning of the Oregon state trap shooting 
championship at Albany, at which shoot O'Brien broke 98 out of 100 
birds. In addition to winning the title, O'Brien captured the Honey- 
man diamond, and had the high amateur record for the shoot, with 
a record of 384 out of 400 targets. — Pacific Outdoors. 


There are two methods used for cleaning a gun barrel. The first 
is the hot water treatment, but it should be used only when your 
supply of powder solvent is exhausted and you are far from a store. 
Boiling water is an excellent solvent for the harmful ingredients of 
fouling. When poured down your barrel it removes acids that may 
be present, and carries away the various residues which are obviously 
more soluble in water than in oil. The hot water treatment, however, 
is very dirty and inconvenient when carried out on a small scale, 
and has the objection of not, as a rule, being available immediately 
after shooting, and unless you are careful to protect your stock and 
fore-end, you may injure these wood parts. If possible, you should 
secure a good lubricant solvent and rust preventive. A small rag well 
saturated with an oily, non-corrosive mixture of this sort, pulled 
through the rifling again and again, will keep your arm in prime 
condition, if used after each day's shooting. One very simple and 
effective way to clean a comparatively new arm is to moisten the 
interior of the barrel by blowing through and rubbing out with soft 
rags. The process should be continued until the rags come out 
perfectly clean — then oil thoroughly. All arms should be cleaned 
within two hours after shooting. No gun should be set aside or 
placed in the gun rack until thoroughly cleaned. — Sports Afield. 



Almost a Strike. The Rainbow Trout. 



The Annual Northwest Championship Fly and Bait Casting Tourna- 
ment will be held in Portland, Ore., August 24 and 25,. under the 
auspices of the Multnomah Anglers' Club. All the events will take 
place on the new lake in Laurelhurst Park. 

On August 24 there will be the one-half ounce distance bait, the 
one-half ounce accuracy bait, one-half ounce distance slam, the light 
accuracy fly and the heavy tackle distance fly events. 

On August 25 there will be the one-quarter ounce distance bait, 
the one-quarter ounce accuracy bait, the light tackle dry fly accuracy 
and the light tackle distance fly events. 

Gold medals will be given the winner in each class; silver and 
bronze medals will be given the second and third place winners, while 
merchandise prizes go to the next three places in each event. There 
will be an entrance fee of $1 for the first event, 50 cents for each 
additional event or $4 for the entire program. The prizes will be 
awarded at a banquet to be held on the last day of the tournament. 

The following day, Saturday, August 26, all out-of-town entrants 
will be taken for an auto trip up the Columbia River Highway to 
Bonneville, where the state fish hatchery will be inspected. 

All entries should be sent to W. F. Backus, club secretary, 273 
Morrison street, as soon as possible. 



By H. A. Thomsen, Jr. 

The Fish and Game Commission of California is doing some fine; 
work in the way of stocking the streams with fish, and after having 
gone to all this work, expense, time and trouble,, it is up to the 
angler to be careful of the undersize fish, and return them to their 
natural element with as little injury as possible. 

When I say undersize fish, I mean trout that are less than six 
inches in length. It is unfortunate that the present laws of California 
do not protect them, and it depends upon every fisherman to do 
what the law has failed to enact. 

The utter failure to restore them to the water, or rough restora- 
tion, may be due to ignorance, thoughtlessness, or disregard of fish! 
life by novices or persons unworthy of the name of sportsmen, but 
the true angler will always handle the undersize fish so that if 
possible they will survive the unsought-for and unexpected catch. 

The proper and only thing to do is to moisten one's hands before 
grasping the fish in removing it from the treacherous hook. The dry 
hand removes nature's protective covering — the slime — from the back 
of the fish and when this occurs, even though they are returned to 
the water, in a little while they will die of fungus. 

We protect our game and birds, also the trees on the mountain- 
side, but are we protecting our fish? There is just as much beauty 
in them as in bird life, and asi much grace in action. 

A hunter would not think of shooting into a bevy of half-grown 
quail or a brood of ducklings, and neither should an angler retain, or 
destroy, undersize trout. — Pacific Outdoors. 

Editor's Note — In Oregon it is unlawful to take trout under six 
inches in length. 


By Deputy Warden Robt. H. Young. 

That the diamond back rattlesnake is on the increase in Morrow 
County is evidenced by the fact that many new dens of these snakes 
are being found. This specie of the rattler is now found in this county 
where a few years ago it was almost extinct. 

While I was returning from interior Oregon recently, after a trip 
into the mountains to take the trail of some Columbia Indians who, 
it had been reported, were killing deer, I and some fellow travelers 
came across one of the most prolific dens of the diamond back rattler 
found in this section of Eastern Oregon in years. 

The den was located on a rocky hill. The day was one of the 
first real warm ones of the season and the snakes had crawled out 
of their home in the shellrock to take their first bath of spring in the 
bright sunlight. My friends and I walked up to this den, because 
years ago snakes were found there, although of late years they had 
seemed to have disappeared. But, sure enough, when we approached 
the opening in the rock cliff, the snakes were there — hundreds of them, 



it appeared. They appeared indolent, evidently not having quite recov- 
ered from their dormancy of the winter. There were big rattlers and 
little rattlers. 

At our approach they started their buzzing warning and began to 
disappear among the rocks. However, we succeeded in killing twelve 
of the reptiles before all of them could get away. The rocks were 
greasy where they had been crawling about. 

I returned to the den with a party of hunters about a week later, 
but the day was a cold one and few of the snakes were out. This time 
only one was killed. There are at least 200 snakes in this den and 
probably more. To my mind there is nothing quite as exciting as 
meeting the rattlesnake in his own home. He is not a hospitable host, 
however, and the visitor never feels safe unless he has his eye on 
Mr. Rattler all the time during his visit. 


The accompanying snapshot 
gives an idea of what may be 
found in the way of good whole- 
some sport in southern Umatilla 
County in Eastern Oregon. The 
cut shows Master William H. 
Schannep, the five-year-old son 
of I. M. Schannep, of Pilot Rock, 
catching trout in Birch Creek 
within the city limits of that 
town. The young seek this 
splendid sport as well as the 
grown-ups. This little mountain 
stream abounds in fine fish and 
its banks swarm with Pendleton 
and Walla Walla people seeking 
the finny tribe. 

The adjacent Blue Mountains 
furnish pasture for many elk and 
deer. Bear and cougar appear in 
great numbers, and with grouse 
and pheasants, both native and 
Chinese, help to make southern 
Umatilla County the sportsmen's 

Lehman Springs, located in the heart of the Blue Mountains, 
thirty-five miles south of Pilot Rock, with its altitude of above 5000 
feet, cool nights, good water and splendid accommodations, amid the 
tall pines, with ample facilities for tennis, swimming and horseback 
riding, is the ideal rest place through the heated season. 


By Deputy Warden J. W. Walden. 

Knowing that the readers of The Sportsman are interested in the 
condition of the fish and game of this state, and like to read about 
what is going on in different parts, I will undertake to give them some 
idea of what is going on in Union County. 

We have a Sportsmen';s Club in La Grande, called the Wing, Fin 
and Fleetfoot Club, which I claim is well named. This club has about 
two hundred members and every one of them is a game warden, inas- 
much as they are deeply interested in the enforcement of the fish 
and game laws of this state. The Wing, Fin and Fleetfoot Club is 
offering prizes to the person killing the largest number of crows and 
magpies during the year. There were killed in the year of 1915 five 
hundred and eight magpies and crows, the same being turned in to 
the secretary of the club, and to date this year there has been nine 
hundred and sixty killed and turned in to the secretary. There has 
been a great many more of these pests killed during this year, due to 
the prizes offered, and we are glad of the endeavor shown, as these 
birds are very destructive, killing the young and destroying the eggs 
and nests of the game birds. This club always has its eyes open for 
the betterment of the fish and game of the county. I believe that 
every locality should have a well organized club of this sort, as I 
know they are a great help in the enforcement of the game laws, 
and the protection of the fish and game. 

This club has an annual rabbit hunt, which is followed by the 
"Hassenpheffer Feed," with the club as hosts. This "feed" is looked 
forward to by a great many outsiders, and there is a general invita- 
tion for all to attend, it being an affair that is long remembered by 
those who are fortunate to be present. 

There seems to be more Chinese pheasants this year than there 
has ever been before. I counted forty-seven in three miles' travel along 
the valley roads. I don't believe we lost but a few this last winter. 

The season for hunting sage hens in Union County opens on July 
15th and closes August 31st, and hunters are making arrangements to 
make the best of it. 

So far this season there has been very little fishing in this sec- 
tion of the state. It has been raining nearly all the time and the 
streams are all high and the water too muddy to make fishing enjoy- 
able. However, with the advent of good weather, we hope to have 
good fishing by the middle of July. 

People who have had occasion to visit the mountains report an 
unusually large number of deer this year. Grouse are also reported 
very plentiful in the foothills. These facts, coupled together with the 
opening of the season for hunting sage hens on the 15th of July, indi- 
cate that we will have good hunting for the balance of the year. On 


the 11th of this month, while making a trip to Starkey, this county, 
I saw a fine big buck. He crossed the road about fifty yards ahead 
of my car and stopped on the side of the mountain about fifty yards 
above me and looked at me. He seemed to know that I was his pro- 


By Deputy Warden George Tonkin. 

The small number of good catches compared with those of former 
years in this county has brought out much discussion among the 
sportsmen. For years past our streams have not been better stocked 
with small fish from four to six inches long, but the good catches of 
large or even fair-sized fish have been few. 

As might be expected, there is much argument regarding cause 
of these conditions and the best means of protection and propagation 
of our fish. Nearly all of our streams can be reached by automo- 
bile from Pendleton in a day's journey. On June 18 the automobiles 
and rigs were counted as they were strung out along McKay Creek 
for a distance of ten miles, and it was estimated that there were at 
least eight fishermen on every mile of the stream. Other streams 
are fished in a like manner except in the extreme southern end of the 
county, where the roads are not so good and the season is later. Is 
it any wonder that protection and propagation have become such 
important problems? 

The discussion of the size limit has produced some lively argu- 
ment, as some anglers contend that there should be no size limit, 
saying that a much larger proportion than half of the small fish 
that are thrown back into the stream die from their injuries received 
in catching and liberating. However, it is hoped by many of the 
best sportsmen that a little education along this line will remove many 
difficulties. If the hand is wet before taking hold of the fish, in 
most cases he can be removed from the hook with very little injury. 
Very often he will free himself if the angler holds the shank of the 
hook nearly vertical at the surface of the water. Of course, the 
angler who impatiently flips the small fish from his hook will very 
often kill it, but such a man is not a true sportsman; he is destroying 
the fish for which he has paid a license fee to protect and propagate. 
Among this class we also find those who would catch their limit from 
four to seven days in the week and keep the small fish if necessary 
to be able to out-score some other fellow who has an enviable reputa- 
tion as an angler. Such men must be educated either by kindly argu- 
ment or enforcement of law if our fish are to be protected. Let them 
take a lesson from the rancher who feeds the birds in the winter and 
often denies himself as well as others the privilege of hunting or 
fishing on his ranch until conditions have become normal again. 
The hunter or angler who simply keeps within the law is no sports- 
man, as there are many local conditions and unthought of circum- 
stances which the law cannot control. 

Our most experienced sportsmen tell us that most of the small 
fish will live if proper care is exercised in freeing them from the hook. 
The most prominent sporting goods dealer in this county has kept 
an aquarium in his store for several years and he tells us that the 


healthiest fish that he ever kept there he caught from a nearby 
stream with a hook and line. If fish that have been hooked will live 
in an aquarium, will they not live much better if they are put back 
into their natural haunts? 

Many of our sportsmen have stopped fishing in localities where 
mostly small fish are being caught. They won't run any chance 
of injuring the small fish and say that they would rather catch him 
two or three months from now, when he will be well above the size 

All anglers should remember that our supply of fish is not inex- 
haustible. We must have the co-operation of all sportsmen in pro- 
tection and law enforcement, as well as along educational lines, if 
we are to have good fishing. If the State Fish and Game Commis- 
sion and the common rules of sportsmanship are protecting the fish 
and game, don't knock and try to change them to suit some freak in 
your own disposition. 



By Deputy Warden I. B. Hazeltine. 

The Halfway Rod and Gun Club members decided during the last 
winter that if they would keep up the interest they must enlist the 
assistance of their wives and sweethearts. This proved to be a good 
plan, indeed. Mrs. A. V. Lansing, wife of President Lansing, had the 
honor of being the first lady honored with membership in the club, 
and following her lead, many women joined. They at once took 
charge of entertainment programs, organized a literary society, charged 
admission to their entertainments for the purpose of augmenting the 
funds of the club, and succeeded in clearing in one month over $40. 
It became the fashion there last winter to choose sides for the purpose 
of hunting predatory birds and beasts, each bird and animal counting 
so many points, and the losing side furnishing the repast for the win- 
ners. In this the ladies also took an important part, in that they 
relieved their "worser halves," who were not victorious in the hunts, 
of this arduous task. 

A. V. Lansing, of Halfway, caught with hook and line four salmon, 
the smallest weighing four pounds, at the forks of Pine Creek during 
the past few days. Mr. Lansing said that although it rained like 
"blazes" on one occasion, he did not mind it at all, as he succeeded 
in landing a ten-pounder, which amply repaid him for the discomfort 
of the trip. 

W. L. Greenwell, president of the Dayville Rod and Gun Club, 
situated in Dayville, Grant County, reports seeing more deer in the 
South Pork section this past winter than for some years past. When 
asked how it is to be accounted for, he replies that there is only one 
reason for it, and that is because people in general have awakened 
to the fact that deer must be protected during the time they are 
banded together on their winter range and, consequently, hunting at 
this time of year has almost ceased. He says that he used to go out 
and "pick" one himself a few years ago, but that now he sees the 
error in this and will assist in prosecuting any one found killing deer 
at this season of the year. 


Cy J. Bingham, supervisor of the Malheur National Forest, with 
headquarters at John Day, Oregon, is an ardent sportsman, and some 
Lime since decided that he would introduce a few turtles. He there- 
fore wrote for information to the Biological Department at Washing- 
ton, D. C, and they rather discouraged him, saying that turtles would 
destroy fish spawn, etc., and that they would become a nuisance in a 
very short time. Although Cy has a soft spot for turtle soup, he says 
that he can get along without them and will devote all his attention 
to his pet lake, Magone, and to the introduction of bull frogs in the 
future. Bingham is a pioneer in the restocking of streams in the 
Eastern Oregon country and has rendered much valuable service to 
the Oregon Fish and Game Commission. 

The Haines Club, of Haines, has completed some retaining ponds, 
in which fry may be held for some hours, for the reason that it is 
sometimes difficult to get teams to get the fish out immediately upon 
arrival of the Rainbow fish distributing car, and as no suitable place 
had heretofore been provided, a considerable loss of fry sometimes 
resulted. It will, of course, have to be approved by R. E. Clanton, 
State Superintendent of Hatcheries, before the ponds can be used for 
this purpose. 

Eilert Eilertsen, the Isaac Walton of Haines, is very much excited 
these days over the fact that some of the trout in one of his pet lakes 
have developed a "hump back." It is understood that he has sent a 
specimen to Mr. Clanton for his examination and ultimatum. Eilert- 
sen shipped these fish from some point in the East many years ago, 
and many people in this section account for their deformity owing 
to the fact that they must be inbred. 

John K. Fisher, another of the pioneer anglers of Haines, is oiling 
up his reel preparatory to hauling out some of the "big ones" in the 
nearby lakes soon. Mr. Fisher is supposed to have a lake of his own 
hidden somewhere in the hills near here and the story goes that no one 
has been successful in trailing him to it so far He always brings back 
the "goods," and if the story is true the lake in question must be well 
stocked indeed. John neither denies or affirms the charge, but just 
smiles a knowing smile when asked about it. 


By Deputy Warden James Stewart. 

Wheeler County contains a great deal of rough, mountainous 
country, running up into the Blue Mountains on both sides of the 
John Day River, which flows nearly through the center of the county. 
These mountain regions are generally well stocked with deer and 
game birds and afford fine hunting during the open season. 

In addition to this there are many fine fishing streams in this 
county, all of which head in the Blue Mountains and empty into the 
John Day River. Most of these streams, however, have been fished 
out and need restocking badly. Another great trouble is the irrigating 
ditches, few of which have been screened, and as a result hundreds of 
trout have been lost. 

While at Fossil, the county seat of this county, recently, I assisted 
in the organization of the Wheeler County Game Protective Associa- 


tion, which I believe is going to be of great assistance in enforcing 
the laws for the protection of fish and game and also in helping get 
the streams restocked with fish, so that fishing may be good in them 
again, as in years gone by. The association has sent in their appli- 
cation to the State Fish and Game Commission for trcut to restock 
the streams, the list of streams prepared numbering twenty-one, none 
of which have ever been known to go dry. 

As an evidence of the interest being taken in fish and game pro- 
tection in Wheeler County, I have obtained over one hundred sub- 
scribers to The Oregon Sportsman in the town of Fossil, with a popu- 
lation of less than 500 people. This, together with the other subscrip- 
tions sent The Sportsman by the writer, since December last, puts my 
total over the 500 mark, or more than the original circulation of the 
magazine at the time the campaign for new subscribers was launched. 

As the editor has limited my space, I will conclude, hoping to be 
able to address the readers of The Sportsman again in some future 



By Deputy Warden G. E. Leach 

Trout fishing was not very good during the fore part of the season, 
though of late many good catches have been made. 

Poor fishing during the early part of the season was probably due 
to the high water and to the fact so many trout were caught with sal- 
mon eggs during the winter. 

Ernest Himes and Alvin Wells have made some splendid catches of 
late from Trask river. 

Many chinook salmon were caught by the trollers during June 
and July. 

Numerous broods of china pheasants have been seen lately by the 
farmers — the result of liberating this bird in this vicinity. 

There also has been seen several flocks of young California quail. 
This bird was liberated here the past season. 

A few ducks nested here this season, but not so many as common. 
Larger game seems to be as plentiful as common. 

Quite often I notice deer tracks along the rivers on sand bars. On 
one sand bar I noticed elk, deer and cougar tracks — the cougar track 
being the last one made. 

During June, seven cow elk were seen within six miles of Tilla- 
mook City. 

Deputy Game Warden Geo. W. Mitchell, of Enterprise, reports 
that the elk in the state game refuge in Wallowa County, known as 
the Elk Pasture, are doing fine this year and that there will be a big 
increase. Mr. Mitchell states that there are already between twenty 
and thirty young calves in the pasture. 

Deputy Game Warden Frank Triska, of Burns, has been investi- 
gating the spring hatch of migratory birds in Malheur County, and 
reports to the State Game Department that the young birds are appar- 
ently more numerous than common. 




By M. A. Sprinkle, of Pendleton, Oregon. 

Being a reader of The Oregon Sportsman and enjoying its con- 
tents very much, I am sending the details of a recent fishing trip in 
Umatilla County for publication. 

On Saturday morning, June 17th, this year, our telephone rang 
and from the other end came the familiar voice of our friend, Mr. G. I. 
LaDow, the well known Pendleton sporting goods dealer, wanting 
to know if Mrs. Sprinkle and the writer would join him and Mrs. LaDow 
and elder son on a fishing trip. We were glad to accompany them, 
remembering the many pleasant fishing and hunting trips we have 
taken together during the past three years. 

After our better halves had filled that "grub box" with bacon, eggs 
and other good things that go on a trip of this kind, and we had 

replenished our tackle, we loaded 
up the car and were soon on our 
way for Ukiah on Camas Creek, 
distance about thirty-five miles 
from Pendleton to the south- 
east, and located in the heart 
of the beautiful Blue Mountains. 
After the first twenty miles the 
read is winding and through the 
open pine forests, which are 
characteristic of the country. 
About noon we dropped down 
into a narrow valley, through 
which runs a little creek fed by 
a spring. Near the roadside is a 
beautiful camping spot called 
"Cold Springs," well known to 
the people of this country, and 
it was here that we had our 
lunch, after which we proceeded 
on our way, arriving at Ukiah 
about 2:30 in the afternoon. 
After arranging for our night's 
lodging, we drove up the creek 
a short distance and located in 
a beautiful spot where we could 
enjoy our supper. 
Here is where the fun began. Those who have fished Camas Creek 
will tell you it is an ideal trout stream. It rises at the summit of the 
Blue Mountains, and its swift, clear waters go winding down through 
the big pines into the open parks, then tumbling over the boulders 
into the gorge, and finally into the John Day River, some forty miles 
to the west, and all the way the trout abound. We came in that night 
with a nice catch — plenty for our supper and some two or three dozen 
to the good. It might be well to state here that Mr. LaDow, his son 
and the ladies caught most of the fish. However, I enjoyed the day 
very much. 

The next morning we arose about 4:30 and again drove up the 
creek about three miles, where our good wives prepared a bountiful 
breakfast. After breakfast we fished two or three hours and had 
splendid luck, took some pictures of the catch and the scenery, and 
then started on the return journey home. 




Hon. James Withycombe, Governor and Chairman Salem 

Hon. I. N. Fleischner Portland 

Hon. Marion Jack Pendleton 

Hon. C. F. Stone Klamath Falls 

Hon. Frank M. Warren Portland 

George Palmer Putnam Secretary 

Carl D. Shoemaker State Game Warden 

R. E. Clanton Master Fish Warden and Supt. of Hatcheries 

William L. Finley State Biologist 

Office of the Commission. ..Oregon Bldg., Fifth and Oak Sts., Portland 


L. C. Applegate Gold Hill 

John F. Adams Agness 

William Brown St. Helens 

M. S. Barnes Lakeview 

C. C. Bryan Corvallis 

Roy Bremmer Salem 

E. H. Clark Portland 

Jas. H. Driscoll Ashland 

W. G. Emery Newport 

I. B. Hazeltine. Baker 

W. O. Hadley The Dalles 

E. C. Hills Eugene 

C. W. Loughrey Seaside 

John Larsen Astoria 

L. L. Jewell Grants Pass 

H. L. Gray Vale 

G. E. Leach Tillamook 

Clyde M. McKay Bend 

0. B. Parker .McMinnville 

Ben S. Patton Estacada 

Geo. S. Russell Hillsboro 

H. D. Stout Klamath Falls 

James Stewart Moro 

George Tonkin Pendleton 

Frank W. Triska Burns 

Orrin Thompson Roseburg 

J. M. Thomas North Bend 

S. B. Tycer Brownsville 

J. W. Walden La Grande 

Edgar Walker Medford 

Robert H. Young Heppner 


S. L. Rathbun Portland 

W. O. Hadley The Dalles 

Jas. H. Driscoll Ashland 

M. R. Pomeroy Astoria 

W. G. Emery .Newport 

Geo. Leach Tillamook 

John Larson Astoria 

B. L. Jewell Gold Beach 



Following is a synopsis of the fish and game laws of the State of 
Oregon, including federal regulations for the protection of migratory 
birds for 1916: 


Resident Hunter's License $ 1.00 per year 

Non-Resident Hunter's License 10.00 per year 

Resident or Non-Resident Angler's License 1.00 per year 

Combination Hunter's and Angler's License 2.00 per year 

Hunters' and anglers' licenses may be secured from any county 
clerk: by applying in person, or by application signed by two free- 
holders on regular blank which may be obtained from county clerk, or 
from any of the regularly appointed representatives of the Fish and 
Game Commission. 

Civil War veterans may obtain licenses free from the county 
clerks only, upon proof of service. No license is required to angle 
in salt water for non-game fish, nor is a license necessary for women 
to hunt and angle. 

It is unlawful for aliens to hunt and angle without first having 
obtained a $25 gun license and both hunters' and anglers' licenses. 

Women who hunt for and kill deer must have license to obtain 



No shooting of migratory game birds between sunset and sunrise. 

There is a closed season until September 1, 1918, on the follow- 
ing migratory game birds: Wild or band-tailed pigeons, little brown, 
sandhill and whooping cranes, swans, curlews, wood ducks, and all 
shore birds except the black-breasted and golden plover, Wilson or 
jack snipe, woodcock and the greater and lesser yellowlegs. 

District No. 1. 

Comprising all counties west of the Cascade Mountains. 

Buck deer with horns — August 15 to October 31. 
Silver gray squirrels — September 1 to October 31. 
Ducks and geese — October 1 to January 15. (Federal law.) 
Rails and coots — October 1 to January 15. (Federal law.) 
Shore birds, black breasted and golden plover, Wilson or jack snipe, 
woodcock and greater and lesser yellowlegs — October 1 to De- 
cember 15. (Federal law.) 

Chinese pheasants and grouse — October 1 to October 31. Jackson 
County — October 1 to October 10. No open season in Coos, 
Curry and Josephine counties. 

Quail — Open season in Coos, Curry, Jackson and Josephines Counties — 
October 1 to October 31. Closed at all times in other counties. 

Doves — September 1 to October 31. 


District No. 2. 
Comprising all counties east of the Cascade Mountains. 

Buck deer with horns — August 15 to October 31. 

Silver gray squirrels — Season closed in Hood River and Wasco coun- 
ties by order of the State Board of Fish and Game Commission- 

Ducks and geese — October 1 to January 15. (Federal law.) 

Rails and coots — October 1 to January 15. (Federal law.) 

Shore birds, black breasted and golden plover, Wilson or jack snipe, 
woodcock and greater and lesser yellowlegs — October 1 to Decem- 
ber 15. (Federal law.) 

Chinese pheasants — Open season in Union County — October 1 to 
October 10. Closed at all times in other counties. 

Grouse — August 15 to October 31. 

Prairie chickens — Open season in Sherman, Union and Wasco Coun- 
ties — October 1 to October 15. Closed at all times in other 

Sage hens — July 15 to August 31. 

Quail — Open season in Klamath County — October 1 to October 10. 

Closed at all times in other counties. 
Doves — September 1 to October 31. 

Bag Limits. 

Buck deer with horns — 3 during any season. 

Silver gray squirrels — 5 in any seven consecutive days. 

Ducks, geese, rails, coots and shore birds — 30 in any seven consecutive 

Chinese pheasants, native pheasants and grouse — 5 in one day includ- 
ing 1 female Chinese pheasant, and 10 in any seven consecutive 
days, including 2 female Chinese pheasants. 

Prairie chickens and sage hens — 5 in one day and 10 in any seven 
consecutive days. 

Quail — 10 in any seven consecutive days. 
Doves — 10 in one day or 20 in any seven consecutive days. 
Geese killed in Wasco, Sherman, Gilliam, Harney, Crook, Morrow and 
Umatilla counties may be sold after having metal tags attached. 


Trout over six inches — April 1 to October 31 — Bag limits 75 fish or 
50 pounds in any one day. 

Trout over ten inches — All year — Bag limit 50 fish or 50 pounds in 

one day. 
Bass, crappies, Williamson's white fish, cat fish and graylings — All 

year — Bag limit 40 pounds in one day. 

"Yanks" in Wallowa Lake — All year, except September 15 to October 
10 — Bag limit 50 pounds in one day . 


To kill mountain sheep, antelope, elk, beaver, female deer, spotted 
fawn, silver pheasants, golden pheasants, Reeves' pheasants, Eng- 


lish partridge, Hungarian partridge, Franklin grouse or fool hen, 
bob-white quail, swan, wood duck,, wild turkey, least sandpiper, 
western sandpiper, solitary sandpiper, semi-palmated plover, 
snowy plover, and all other birds of any kind, except those on 
which there is an open season. 

The following are not protected at any time: Duck hawk, 
sharp-shinned hawk, prairie falcon, goishawk, English sparrow, 
great horned owl, northern shrike, cormorants, American margan- 
ser, crows and ravens, magpies and blue jays. 

To rob any birds' nests except such birds as are not protected by law. 

To hunt without having hunting license on person, and to refuse to 
show same on demand of proper officer or owner or representa- 
tive of real property where hunting. 

To hunt at night. 

To sell or have in possession plumage of protected birds. 

To hunt on any game reservation. 

To disguise sex or kind of any game. 

To hunt deer with dogs. 

To lie in wait near licks while hunting deer. 

To isell game of any kind except when propagated according to law. 

To shoot game from public highways or railroad rights-of-way. 

To wantonly waste game. 

For aliens to hunt without a special gun license. 

To shoot from any power, sink or sneak boat, or sink box. 

To hunt on enclosed or occupied unenclosed lands without permission 
of owner. 

To trap fur-bearing animals without a license. 

To burn tules between February 15 and September 15, excepting by 
permit from State Game Warden. 

To have in possession more than 40 pounds of jerked venison. 

To trap, net or ensnare game animals, birds or fish, except as ex- 
pressly provided. 

To hunt within the corporate limits of any city or town, public park 
or cemetery, or on any campus or grounds of any public school, 
college or university, or within the boundaries of any watershed 
reservation as set aside by the United States to supply water to 
cities, or within any national bird or game reservation. 

To resist game wardens or other officers charged with the enforce- 
ment of the game laws. 

To angle for any fish without having a license on person, and to refuse 
to show same on demand of proper officer. 

To fish by any means other than by hook and line. 

To use salmon spawn in Willamette River and tributaries south of East 
Independence station, Marion County. 

To cast lumber waste, dye, chemicals, decaying substance, etc., or to 

use powder or poisonous substances in streams. 
To fish at night or on stream within 200 feet below any fishway. 
To sell trout, bass, crappies, cat fish, white fish or grayling. 

To maintain an irrigation ditch without having it screened at the 



All game is owned by the State. 

Any game animal, bird or fish raised in captivity may be sold if 

properly tagged. 
Any game animal or bird may be held during closed season if properly 


Any game animal or bird may be imported from without the United 
States and sold if properly tagged. 

Any navigable stream and any streams flowing through public lands 
are highways for fishing. 

Taxidermists must pay a license of $3 per year. 

The State Board of Fish and Game Commissioners are empowered to 
summon and examine witnesses under oath, to suspend open sea- 
sons, offer rewards to apprehend violators, and to acquire any kind 
of game for propagation, experimental or scientific purposes. 


Any person killing any mountain sheep, mountain goat, antelope, 
elk, or moose, may be fined from $200 to $1,000 and imprisoned not 
less than 60 days or more than six months. 

Unless otherwise provided, violations of other sections carry pen- 
alties of not less than $25 or more than $500 and costs, or by im- 
prisonment not less than 30 days or more than six months. 

Besides fines, any one violating laws shall be subject to a civil 
liability ranging from $2 for each game bird to $300 for elk and 
mountain sheep; ishall forfeit all guns, dogs, boats, traps, fishing 
apparatus and implements used in violation of laws, and shall forfeit 
his hunting license for the balance of the calendar year in which the 
offense was committed. 


It will be appreciated if violations are reported to State Game 
Warden, Portland, Oregon, or any deputy game warden. All com- 
munications will be treated as strictly confidential. 

The fur-bearing animal trapping law or the commercial fishing 
laws will be furnished upon request. 


"Feline pets are the worst enemies of bird life in any commu- 
nity," says Prof. T. J. McCarthy of the normal school at Superior, 
Wis. He says "the cat is a comfortable, sleek-looking individual 
during the daytime, but at night he becomes a raging wild beast; 
that cats cost the State of New York five million dollars a year in 
game birds alone; that in Massachusetts it is estimated there are 
three cats to every 100 acres of land, and if each cat killed one bird 
every ten days, it would mean the destruction in that state alone of 
six million birds each year." Granting, for sake of argument, that 
what Professor McCarthy says is true, and it probably is, what would 
we do with the rats and mice if there were no cats? Trap them, 
perhaps the professor would say, but from experience in this work a 
dozen traps will not rid a place as completely of rats and mice as will 
one good active cat. Half-starved and homeless cats should be de- 
stroyed in order to save the birds, but the well-fed and well-cared-for 
house cat is almost a necessity. — American Field. 




Th Aitken Revolving Fish Screen was invented to meet the 
demand made by the laws of Oregon that irrigation ditches and 
water conduits be adequately screened against the passage of fish. 


A study of the accompanying illustration or cut will explain 
its mechanism. The Screen receives its motive power by a 
hydraulic motor operated outside the flume. A small amount of 
water is piped from the bottom or side of flume to the cups on 
the motor wheel, and power is transmitted to the Screen by the 
use of two sprocket wheels (4 to 8x1). The smaller wheel is 
fastened on the motor shaft, the larger on the screen shaft, using 
sprocket chain to transmit the power. 

This Screen will operate in all stages of high or low, swift 
or dead water because it does not depend on the rate of flow for 
its operation. The Screen should revolve slowly so that the 
pressure of water will cause any leaves, moss or other debris, to 
adhere to the screen, thus carrying it over with the stream; this 
feature makes it self-cleaning. 

Properly installed this Screen should require no attention for 
the season. Instructions for installing the Aitken Screen accom- 
pany all screens sold. 

For further information address, 

SAM. L. SANDRY, Superintendent of Fish Screens, 
Rogue River, Oregon. 


CARL D. SHOEMAKER, State Game Warden, 
Portland, Oregon. 

Which Do You Favor 

Game Protection and 
Rod and Gun Clubs 

1. We stand for vigorous and 
impartial enforcement of 
the game and fish laws. 

2. We stand for federal con- 
trol of migratory birds 
and the prohibition of 
spring shooting. 

3. We stand for a vigorous 
campaign against preda- 
tory animals as a menace 
to game and livestock. 

4. We stand for an adequate 
system of Game Refuges. 

5. We stand for such an in- 
crease in game and fish 
as will furnish legitimate 
sport for every citizen. 

6. We are opposed in gen- 
eral to the public propa- 
gation in New Mexico of 
foreign species as a sub- 
stitute for native Ameri- 
can game. 

7. We are pledged to observe 
the letter of the law and 
the spirit of good sports- 

8. We are not in politics. 

9. We stand behind every 
warden who does his 

10. We offer $50 reward for 
information leading to the 
arrest and conviction of 
any person killing ante- 
lope, mountain sheep, or 


Ancient Order of 
Game Hogs 

1. We stand for vigorous 
and impartial enforcement 
of the game laws — against 
the other fellow. 

2. We want the lid off on 
spring shooting, and 
devil take the hindmost. 

3. We stand for a vigorous 
campaign against Game 
Protective Associations as 
a menace to our Ancient 

4. We stand for an adequate 
system of Game Refuges 
— in Arizona. 

5. We wouldn't mind seeing 
an increase in game and 
fish. Take us to it! 

6. We should worry about 
native American game as 
long as there's something 
to shoot. 

7. To observe the letter of 
the law when you're liable 
to get caught is the part 
of good judgment. 

8. We are not in pontics — 
while asleep. 

9. We stand behind every 
warden who does not 
bother us. 

10. We offer $50 reward for 
information as to the 
whereabouts of any ante- 
lope, mountain sheep, or 
ptarmigan. We thought 
we had them all. 

— Arizona Pine Cone. 

Oregon Bird and Pheasant Farm 

Chinese, Silver, Golden and 
Reeves Pheasants 

R. F. D. No. 1 

Beaverton, Oregon 


Gonty & Lamotte 








Ig^ pr 

Phone Main 7092 


353 Second Street Portland, Oregon 


AnntilPr Afoul <Jl7D Last Season we gave you the 2 1 8 
HIIUUIGI nCIT OILO inch size. Now we are giving you 
a little one l% inches long. It is just the size of the cut below. 
Built like all the famous Knowles Automatic 
Strikers. Fine 
for casting or 
(trolling. Hook 
fish strikes 

and sudden stop at end vi£i>--' 0pP~ of slot sets hook 
deeply into jaw. Wiggles and darts _ like a live one. 
Catches more fish because hook is in right place. Ask your 
dealer or send to us. Fully Guaranteed. Booklet Free. 

Sizes l%in, 2V8in, 2%in, 3&in, ^in, 5Hin. 
Price 35 .35 .55 .65 .80 $1.00 

S. E. KNOWLES, 86 Sherwood BIdg.,San Francisco, Cal. 

Don't Let The 
Big Ones Get Away 

Be sure you have a 
"BARNES" Landing Net 

Thousands sold the past 
season and every one 
gave satisfaction. Folds 
to half length for easy 
carrying. Instantly ex- 
tended and locked ready 
for use. Light, made of 
aluminum, stong and 

With Bro Cord Net - $2.25 
Green Net Waterproof ed 2.50 

Parcel Post Prepaid 
If your dealer cannot 
supply you, order one. 
You will like it. 


320 Market St. 

San Francisco, Cal. 


copies of 

The Sportsman 

were printed 
for this issue. 

We want 


by January 1, 1917 

Will You Help: 


"The Fishermen's <LWe invite you to 
Headquarters" make your head <i uar - 

ters at our store; a 
lounging room has been prepared, all sporting 
magazines and writing material at your disposal. 

Morrison at Fourth Street 

Hudson Arms Co. 

Portland, Oregon 


#r, 4d> s 

MAR 24 1917 






Volume Four ^S'SSc^ Number Four 

In This Issue 


By Carlton L. Pepper of The Dalles 


By Joe Skelton of Eugene 


By Overton Dowell, Jr., of Mercer 


By Nick Leathers of Hardman 


By Everett Earle Stannard of Brownsville 


By Walter H. Backus of Portland 


By J. W. Walden of La Grande 


By A. Whisnant of Bend 


By F. W. Triska of Burns 


By Harry Beal Torrey of Portland 


By James Stewart of Moro 





Are You Interested 





All those who are interested in breed- 
ing and preserving game are requested 
to communicate with the Game Breed- 
ing Department of the Hercules Pow- 
der Company. 

If you are looking for a market for 
your birds and eggs; if you are look- 
ing for some one from whom you can 
obtain good breeding stock; if you 
have land that can be used for a game 
preserve; if you want to insure good 
shooting for yourself near home, write 
to us, and we will try to solve your 
problem for you. 

Our Game Breeding Department is a 
clearing house for information on rais- 
ing, marketing and shooting game. 
Let us assist you in forming a club 
that will furnish good sport to all 
members. Our services are free. 

If you haven't read our books on 
Game Farming, write for them today, 
telling the particular phase of the sub- 
ject that interests you. We will fur- 
nish them without charge. 

Game Breeding Department 


Chronicle Building 

San Francisco, Cal. 


Editorial Comment: 

Shall We Increase the Angling License? 237 

Educational Exhibit at State Fair 241 

Biggest Deer Population in the United States 242 

A Camping Trip on the Metolius River and Lake Odell 243 

Diamond Lake — One of Beauty Spots of Oregon 247 

Brownsville Hunters Get Fine Deer in Alsea 249 

Notes from the Rogue River Country 250 

What One Game Hog Done 250 

Facts About Fishing in the Columbia 251 

Evidence of Oregon's Splendid System of Hatcheries 251 

Duck Hunting in Oregon 252 

Have You Forgotten? 252 

Hunting Deer and Bear in Yamhill County 253 

Fishing in the Big Nestucca 254 

Value of the Game Refuge 254 

Late Nesting of Chinese Pheasants 256 

Game Conditions in Malheur County 256 

Successful Mule Deer Hunt 257 

In Camp 258 

Oregon Birds in Midwinter 259 

Deer Increasing in Eastern Oregon 259 

A Very Successful Casting Tournament 260 

A True Sportsman 261 

Malheur Lake Bird Reservation Should be Saved 262 

Hungarian Pheasants in Umatilla County 262 

The "China" Pheasants 263 

Enjoying the Feeling of Fuilness -. 263 

Keep Fishing 264 

Items of Interest to Oregon Sportsmen 265 

Washington County Game Notes 267 

My First Big Hunt in Oregon 268 

Multnomah Anglers' Club Goes on Record 270 

Baker County Game Notes 271 

Items from Umatilla County 271 

Notice to Sportsmen Readers 272 

From the Land of Game and Fish 273 

Deer in Douglas County 273 

Game Conditions in Linn County 274 

When to Hunt Deer 274 

Tillamook County Notes 275 

Experience of a Columbia County Warden . . . . 276 

Game Notes from Clatsop County 276 

The Best Trout Stream in Oregon 277 

Just One Big One from Crater Lake 278 

In the Field with the Game Wardens 282 

Sunset and Sunrise in Oregon 284 

Game Conditions in Clackamas County 285 

A Successful Hunting Trip 286 

The Antelope in Oregon 288 

The Passing of the Antelope 291 

Fish and Game Propagation and Protection from a Business Standpoint, 

Or Does It Pay? 292 

Oregon State Hatchery at Reed College 294 

Good Fishing in Lane County — The Reason 296 

What Panthers Can Do and What They Did in Two Weeks 297 

An Interesting Trip by Auto 299 

That First Buck 299 

Statement of the Federal Advisory Committee of the Migratory 

Bird Law 300 

Regulations for the Protection of Migratory Birds 303 

Synopsis of Oregon Fish and Game Laws 306 

A Contrast 309 

The Oregon Sportsman 

Volume Four October, 1916 Number Four 

Published by authority of the Oregon Fish and Game Commission from its offices, Oregon 

Building, Fifth and Oak Streets, Portland, Oregon. 

Official Publication of the Oregon State Sportsmen's League. 


Carl D. Shoemaker , State Game Warden 

Wm. L. Finley State Biologist 

George Palmer Putnam Secretary to the Commission 

All material for publication should be sent to the Oregon Sportsman, Oregon Building, Fifth 

and Oak Streets, Portland, Oregon. 

Notice to Readers of the Sportsman T^&JTelilSS 5 "**£«£ 

and fishing, protection and propagation of game birds, animals and fish, are solicited. 
We are always glad to receive photos that will appeal to sportsmen. The fact that an 
article or photo does not appear in the next issue must not be construed to mean that 
It has been thrown aside. It may appear later. 

We especially desire secretaries of sportsmen's organizations throughout the state to 
keep us posted on what their clubs are doing and what is going on in their respective 

Subscribers changing their address should notify us promptly, giving the old address 
as well as the new. 




A great number of the angling streams of the 
State have been whipped by sportsmen to such an ex- 
tent during the past several years that there is a notice- 
able decrease in the number of fish caught and in their 
size this season. The continued encroachments upon 
the far-away fishing streams by the use of the auto- 
mobile and the increased interest generally being taken 
in the sport of angling has placed upon and in the 
streams ten anglers where a few years ago there was 
but one. This situation, naturally, has produced a con- 
dition which is apparent to every true sportsman and 
that is the vital necessity of restocking our angling 
streams from year to year. . 


The suggestion has been made in many counties 
that the Fish and Game Commission adopt the policy 
of closing streams which have been stocked — say for a 
period of two years, in order to give the young fry 
which have been liberated an opportunity to grow and 
multiply. A great many sportsmen have urged this 
policy to be adopted, and base their support of it from 
an unselfish point of view. In the final analysis, how- 
ever, it resolves itself into whether or not the sports- 
men themselves desire a continuation of splendid fish- 
ing conditions in the State. Experience has proved that 
the liberation of trout in our angling streams and the 
keeping open of those streams to angling has not given 
the best results; in other words, no matter how careful 
a sportsman may be he is bound to catch a large number 
of small or under-sized trout, and in strict accordance 
with the law, he is not permitted to retain these with 
his catch. The greater per cent of under-sized trout 
caught and thrown back into the stream, die. It is true 
that they may be removed from the hook in such a 
manner as to permit them to live after placed in the 
water again, but conditions must be just right; they 
must have been hooked in the right place; they must 
be carefully removed from the hook and as carefully 
liberated in the stream. This condition does not present 
itself once in a dozen times ; consequently, thousands of 
small trout which are hooked when under-sized are killed 
every week during the angling season. 

The suggestion, therefore, that streams which have 
been restocked be closed for a certain period of time 
seems to be a proper solution of this situation. In dis- 
tricts or localities where there are but one or two angling 
streams, the suggestion has been made that only certain 


portions thereof; i. e., the natural feeding grounds of 
the young trout, be closed. The editors of "The Sports- 
man" would like to obtain an expression of opinion from 
the sportsmen and their Rod and Gun clubs through- 
out the State on this proposition of closing streams after 
restocking. We would like to have a fair, unselfish, 
unbiased opinion, something from which we can work 
intelligently and act upon honestly. 

The subject of restocking our streams naturally is 
coupled with the other subject of artificial trout prop- 
agation. We have a number of trout hatcheries in the 
State, all of them doing very good work. For the year 
1915, the trout hatcheries turned out approximately 
seven and one-half million trout fry, which were liberated 
in the various portions of the State. The figures for 
this year have not yet been compiled, but they will be 
somewhere in the same neighborhood as those of last 
year. The Fish and Game Commission would like to 
double the number of trout fry liberated next year, be- 
lieving that the greatest service to the sportsmen of 
the State can be rendered by a constant restocking of 
the angling streams. The more trout which are liber- 
ated, the better fishing conditions will be, and the true 
sportsman, as well as he who only goes for an occasional 
day of fishing, desires to obtain a full basket of fish 
and the satisfaction that goes with it. But to increase 
the output of our trout hatcheries requires a correspond- 
ing increase in the amount of money spent in this work. 
While it is true that it will not cost as much to double 
the output proportionately as it does to take care of the 
present number hatched, yet it will require a consider- 
able increase in the expenditure of the hatchery depart- 
ment. The Fish and Game Commission has received 


correspondence from various portions of the State, ad- 
vocating an increase in the price of angling licenses of 
fifty cents, with the proviso that the additional 
fifty cents he set aside in a fund to be used ex- 
clusively in trout hatchery work. The question arises, 
do the sportsmen of the State think enough of having 
a larger number of trout fry liberated every year than 
heretofore to justify them in requesting that the price 
of the angling license be raised from $1.00 to $1.50? 
Here, again, the editors of "The Sportsman" ask a 
frank, honest and unselfish opinion from the sportsmen 
of Oregon and from the organizations to which they 
belong. Both these questions are of vital interest to 
anglers and are subjects which should be given careful 
and sincere reflection. We hope that we may receive 
many communications from our sportsmen on these two 
subjects and that we may receive replies as soon as 

One thing must be borne in mind and that is the 
terrific whipping that our angling streams have received 
in the past several years and the inadequate number of 
trout which have been liberated to replace the fish which 
have been taken. 




This announcement on a small gray card was placed in the center 
of what proved to be one of the most attractive booths at the State 
Fair in Salem this year. 

No gaudy emblazoned signs caught the eye, but each exhibit had 
a small white card below it, giving interesting information. 

The space was walled on three sides and round about ran a 
narrow table — one-half of the front end of this table lifted away and 
allowed close inspection of the specimens when the attendant was 

The walls were covered with a buff-colored cloth and a thin 
edging of rose haws added the necessary touch of color. 

On the front table were placed synopsis of the Game Laws — a 
few at a time for free distribution, and about 2,000 were thus dis- 
posed of. 

On the side tables were copies of the "Oregon Sportsman" (the 
official publication of the Fish and Game Commission) and various 
Audubon leaflets of interest to bird lovers, together with a short 
history of the founder of the bird protection movement, and a few 
mammals of bird skins of especial interest. 

About thirty books on Nature, loaned by the J. K. Gill Co., of 
Portland, occupied the center table, and many availed themselves 
of this opportunity to examine them and to learn at first hand what the 
best books on Nature are, and where they can be obtained. 

On the left hand wall were hung study skins of the hawks and 
owls with the animals, birds, and the insects which serve for their 
foods, the estimated value or damage of each to the farmer and 
thus to the state at large was on small explanatory cards. 

A series of the insectivorous birds, moles and shrews created a 
deal of questioning. 

On the right wall were hung the game birds and a full series of 
the smaller birds. 


i The center wall was covered with original water-color paintings 
of birds and animals and enlarged photographs of live creatures. 

The enlargement series of bear cubs attracted much attention. 

Around the top of the booth was a row of mounted ducks and 
game birds with a fox, bob-cat and martin for corners and center. 

The object in view was not to over-label the specimens, but rather 
to interest the people and lead them to ask questions. The scheme 
worked almost too well for the attendant had a crowded booth from 
the opening hour to the closing. 

Many interesting expressions were heard, following are some of 
them: "Now! here's something worth while." "Oh! we must stop 
here." "Why, I could stay here all day." "Here,, we can't miss this." 
And so on, all day long. 

Many children coming first brought their fathers and mothers 
later on, or the parents brought in the children a second, third and 
fourth time. 

One of the most interesting visitors was a boy of nine years, a 
lad whose sister reads nature stories to him every night, and he cer- 
tainly had a fund of knowledge that would shame many older folks — 
and what he did not know he could ask intelligent questions about. 
He spent several hours each day in a corner of the booth quietly 
reading one of the bird books. 

Of prime importance was the fact that we have had nothing to sell, 
but were freely giving and gladly receiving information of the great 
out-of-door world. 

Among the questions asked and answered were the following: 
"How can I catch the gophers in my lawn?" "What can I do to stop 
the moles," and "What is it eats the bulbs and roots if the moles 
do not?" "Why are the pheasants so scarce throughout the Willam- 
ette Valley this year?" Many expressing themselves as in favor of 
a complete closed season on them this year, and even for five years. 

"Shall I kill the skunks on my place?" was another and the 
eternal house cat was discussed and cussed over and over. "How 
can we attract the small birds?" "Which are our friends among the 
hawks and owls?" "Which are the best books?" Questions on pre- 
serving specimens and taxidermy, and a host of others. 

We believe that more lasting good was thus accomplished in a 
short time among those thousands of people than could have been 
possible in any other way. 


From Forest and Stream. 

Curry County, Oregon, is the westernmost county in the United 
States and is one of the wildest and least explored. It is said to have 
more wild deer than any other county in the nation. Its deer popula- 
tion is estimated at 20,000. Its human population is only 2,628. 

In this county is Cape Blanco, the windy headland where this na- 
tion reaches farthest towards the sunset. In this county also is Lake^ 
port, once a thriving town, now a ghost city in the wilderness, its good 
hotel still keeping its appointments intact except for a few minor dis- 
arrangements, its register telling the history of the town's sudden rise 
and fall in its multitudinous entries at first and dwindling till the clerk 
wrote, with original orthography but with unmistakable meaning, "Not 
a dam sole." — Alfred Powers. 


A Beautiful Spot on Lake Odell. 


By Carlton L. Peppek. 

Judge Knowles puts it mildly when he says in the last issue of 
the "Sportsman" that he had, for a long time, thought of "inflicting" 
some of the readers with his experience in hunting big game. His 
dose of "infliction" can't compare or stand one, two, three with what's 
going to follow. This "bad spell" will, in its own way, attempt to 
relate the experience of a party of four young men from The Dalles 
on a camping trip to the Metolius River and Lake Odell. 

First, be it known, that the "party" consisted of Bob Good, gen- 
erally .known as the "Beau brummel" of the aforesaid city (and 
logically so at that) who, while not fishing, constitutes part of the 
small change in the First National Bank; Phil Sharp, "the man of 
the hour" at the Walther-Williams Garage; Billy Pease, another 
"beau" and right-hand man to his father in the firm of E. C. Pease 
Company, and the writer, who meekly attends to all the troubles pro 
and con of the world at large, sometimes known as a barrister. 

Long before the time we left we had been planning and fixing 
for the trip and when we did leave on that beautiful Sunday morn- 
ing, August 20th, no one would dare deny but that we had enough 
on board to supply the trenches for weeks. A long list of groceries, 
ham, .bacon, eggs, beans, and then some more beans, and lastly (and 
let me say here, as we afterwards found out, the most important item 
of our eats) a goodly supply of pancake flour. Never did anything 
taste as good as the hot cakes we had every morning. Everyone put 
his order in the night before. I don't say everyone, as it generally 
fell to my lot to make the cakes, and naturally I didn't feel so keen 
about it. But those famous cakes were made with Olympic Flour 
thinned with an egg in half cup of evaporated milk, then more thin- 
ning with water, and when properly turned in the frying pan in 
the morning, they are bully. Try them on your next trip. 

After we left The Dalles on the said beautiful Sunday morning 
it dawned on us that we had at last got started. We traveled by way 
of Wasco, Moro, Grass Valley, Shaniko, Antelope to Madras, good 
roads all the way, where we inquired about the fishing of that good 



natured Howell, the owner of one popular garage in Madras, and he 
informed us that the redsides were biting so well at Vanora, a station 
on the Oregon Trunk Railway on the Deschutes River about twelve 
miles northwest of Madras, that he had actually caught some himself. 
Realizing how good the fishing must be, we immediately started for 
said point of interest, which we reached about six in the evening. 
There we found one of the prettiest stretches of fly-water you ever 
saw. It looked so good that we did not wait to pitch camp before 
putting up our rods and getting into the stream. We hooked some 
good ones and when we got back to camp at dark no one (and I 
mean it, too) ever tasted anything better than did that supper which 
Phil had prepared while we were fishing. The smell of the campfire 
and the cooking fish and bacon has the incense of a Turkish Harem 
beat a mile. Ask those who know. 

We spent the next day and night on the Deschutes and left 
Tuesday morning for Heising's on the Metolius River. Let me say, 
however, before leaving the subject of the Deschutes River that the 
spot where we camped, about a mile below the station of Vanora, 
is one of the spots we still remember. It is there they have their 
fish-bakes in the spring, and hundreds of redsides are taken out at 
this time. May and June seem to be the best time for fishing at 
that place. 

On our way to the Metolius we passed through Madras, Metolius, 
Cove, Grand View and then to the head of the river about eighteen 
miles northwest of Sisters and about four miles above Heising's place. 
Some people have tried to describe Heising's place on the Metolius 
River, but when they have finished about all they have said is "that 
it is a beautiful place." That has been my experience. Judge Brad- 
shaw, of The Dalles, once tried to tell me. Worse than ever. But 

Our Party. From left to right — Bob, Phil, the writer and Billy. 

let me say — put Heising's place on your map when you go camping. 
The river rising as it does from the immediate side of the mountain 
(on the north side of what is known as Black Butte) is at once a 
stream thirty or forty feet across. Doubtless it comes from a sub- 
terranean reservoir for the water is ice cold where it leaves the 
ground, in fact but two or three degrees above freezing. The best 
drinking water you ever tasted. The course of the river takes it 
through beautiful tall pine trees, free of underbrush, to the Deschutes 
below. Heising's place is situated about four miles below the head of the 
river and there it was that we headed our machines. We reached 


there about seven in the evening and found Mrs. Heising preparing 
a venison supper. Did we refuse? Not any more than anyone else 
who has ever tasted one of her meals. A great many people stop 
there during the summer and it is becoming well known as one of 
the favorite spots in Eastern Oregon. They have a house with a 
number of rooms with half a dozen tents in the yard, all situated 
among the tall pines, and it is no wonder one can sleep so well after 
a day's fishing. 

We camped for the night and the next day Bob and Billy took 
a trail on horseback to what is known as Wasco Lake, about nine 
miles from Heising's and about five or six miles south from Mt. 
Jefferson. We were told that the lake had been stocked with Eastern 
Brook trout and that they were biting good. After reaching the 
lake they started fishing, but after a half-hour's battle — not a skir- 
mish — with some of the fiercest mosquitoes ever known to exist, 
Billy quit and sought comfort in the blinding fumes of a smudge on 
the far hillside. Bob hung on till he landed a three-pounder. A 
beauty of a specie of Eastern trout. They saw great numbers of trout 
in the lake, mostly big fellows, and doubtless would have filled 
their baskets in a very short time had they not been overwhelmed 
with the attack of the aforesaid pests. 

While they were at the lake, Phil and I went into the woods 
after bear. We saw the tracks of two or three in road, made during 
the night before, but after endeavoring to track them and after 
spending several hours scouring the nearby woods, we gave it up and 
returned to camp. Deer and bear are both quite plentiful in the woods 
back of Heising's, as the tracks we saw would indicate. 

We left Heising's the next morning bound for our objective point — 
Lake Odell. We passed through Sisters and stopped at Bend where 
we replenished some of our supplies, left there in the afternoon and 
reached Crescent in the evening where we camped on the Little 
Deschutes over night. Before leaving for the lake the next morning 
we stopped at Crescent to get our Evinrude motor which we had 
shipped by express to that point. This we found exceptionally useful 
on the lake. It is about nineteen miles from Crescent to the lake, 
which we reached about ten o'clock. We pitched our camp on the 
outlet at the southern edge of the lake beneath some beautiful tall 
firs and prepared to enjoy ourselves on what we consider one of the 
most attractive spots in all Oregon. Bounded as it is by heavy 
timber sloping to the water's edge, snow-capped peaks nearby, one 
mile in width by seven in length, water of a crystal clearness filled 
with trout, located at an elevation affording the most ideal summer 
weather for a vacation period, it has deservedly become well known as 
a great outing resort. Dr. J. A. Reuter, of The Dalles, the surgeon 
of repute of the Pacific Coast, has a cabin on the lake where he fre- 
quently spends a period of several days throughout each season, 
from early spring till late in the fall. 

In my opinion, the keenest sport about the lake is the fly fishing. 
Some like the trolling. There is an abundance of redsides and Dolly 
Vardens, either of which will take the spoon. We caught several 
trolling, but our greatest catches were made with the fly. Bob and I 
having the honor of being the fly fishermen of the party, spent our 
time along the edge of the lake with our flies, while Phil and Billy 
consumed an alarming amount of gas motoring with the femininity 
in and about the secluded nooks of the lake. We staid at the lake five 
days and while there had some excellent fly fishing, nothing excep- 
tionally large, the largest of our catch being about seventeen inches, 
but all of good average length and very gamey. 



Wednesday morning we decided to go to Crater Lake. We broke 
camp in the morning and reached the rim of the lake about six in 
the evening. Just in time to witness a beautiful sunset on the lake. 
I shall not attempt to describe the wonderful beauties of the lake. 
It has been depicted by the pen of writers skilled in the art of painting 
word pictures until it is universally known throughout the world. 
But there may be some things about it that may be new to some of 
you who will read this. For instance, we knew nothing about the toll 
required until we were confronted by a guard at the gate leading into 
the park. We were there obliged to register and pay two dollars for 
each car. We learned that this was required in each instance. Upon 
registering you are presented with a receipt which will permit you 
to pass out of the park at any of the other gates without further 
charge. But in the absence of the receipt you will be required to pay 
for your car, so they are bound to get you coming or going. 

Another thing new to us was the size of the park. After leaving 
the entrance gate, we traveled fourteen miles before we came to the 
lodge situated in the park. A beautiful rustic building located on the 
very edge of the lake which we reached over new roads just com- 
pleted by the government. The 
XJ. S. Engineers have a thor- 
oughly equipped camp just be- 
low the lodge and are now en- 
gaged in building a magnificent 
road along the rim of the lake 
the entire distance around it. It 
will make a wonderful drive 
when completed. 

We passed the snow line while 
driving from the gate to the 
lodge where we were seventy- 
two hundred feet above sea 
level, and expected to spend a 
chilly night in the park. But 
after eating our dinner at the 
lodge, and enjoying the hospi- 
tality of Mr. Tuller for an hour 
thereafter, and especially the 
huge fireplace in the big lobby 
which is higher than a person's 
head and where we stood in it 
with our backs to the fire, we 
drove down about a mile and 
camped under a grove of firs. 
While we were above the snowline, still the night was not cold and 
we enjoyed our one night in the great park. Arising early the next 
morning we immediately drove to the lake to view it with the rising 
sun. A magnificent sight! Were it possible that all might see it. 

It seemed fitting that such a morning was destined to become the 
turning point of our trip. We had already decided to make the lake 
the point of greatest distance, so after thoroughly enjoying the won- 
ders of the lake and its surroundings, we started for home, which, as 
we afterwards noted by our spedometers, was a distance of three hun- 
dred and five miles. We left the lake Thursday morning, arriving at 
The Dalles and home Friday evening at six o'clock— bewhiskered, 
sunburned and tanned but all agreeing upon one thing— that our trip 
was the most successful undertaken by any of our party. It will bear 

An Eastern Brook Trout. Bob's catch 
in Wasco Lake, located five or six miles 
south of Mt. Jefferson and nine miles 
west of Heising's, on the Metolius River. 




By Joe Skelton. 

Diamond Lake, which I believe is one of the most beautifully 
situated lakes I have seen in Oregon, lies in Douglas County about 
17 miles straight north of Crater Lake. This lake which has a shore 
line of probably 12 or 15 miles is surrounded on the south, east and 
west for the most part by grassy meadows sprinkled with jack-pines, 
while the north side is steeper and of a more rocky nature. The water 
of the lake itself is not too cold for swimming and with several small 
streams emptying into it from the east side and Short and Silent 
Creeks from the south side, makes this place, except for the fishing, 
an ideal camping place. 

On the south side, 17 miles away, one can see the rim of Crater 
Lake and Mt. Scott; on the east side, about six miles away, lies Mt. 
Thielsen or Cowhorn Peak, on the west side lies Old Bailey, a high but 
well rounded peak, and at the north in the distance Diamond Peak 
can be seen. 

The road in to Diamond Lake, while being far from good, is not 
nearly as bad as it might be, and seven of us, including Fish and Game 
Commissioner C. P. Stone, Gus Melhase, William Houston, George 
Kedtstever, and Wardens H. D. Stout, C. M. Ramsby and myself made 
the trip in there July 23 in two cars, Mr. Melhase's Reo six and the 
State car, which carried the camp outfit. 

Going up we went by way of Chiloquin and the distance from 
Klamath Falls to the place where we camped is 87.7 miles and can be 
made easily in six or seven hours. 

I said before that except for the fishing, Diamond Lake would 
make an ideal camping place. There are no fish in the lake. Last 
year about 35,000 rainbow trout were planted there by the state and 
several years ago six or eight thousand were planted, but they have 
all probably gone down the Umpqua River, which heads in this lake, 
and a falls about 20 feet high, several hundred yards below the outlet 
would prevent their returning. 

We searched Short Creek and Silent Creek, and Will Houston and 
I paddled all around the lake in a folding canvas boat and not a fish 
did we see. While the water of Silent Creek is rather cold the pebbled 
bottom would make an ideal spawning ground, but a thorough search of 



the creeks, lake and outlet satisfied the party that there were no fish 
in the lake. There seems to be plenty of fish food in the streams 
and different parts of the lake but rainbow trout will evidently not stay 
in the lake unless the outlet were screened. Mr. Stone is of the 
opinion that the lake could be stocked with bass from the Columbia 
River. If this is done and the bass stay in the lake, Diamond Lake 
would surely make an ideal place for the sportsman to spend a 
month in the summer. 

While following the course of Silent Creek in the middle of the 
afternoon we saw two large bucks out in the meadow feeding. They 
were quite a distance from us, but we could see their horns shining 
in the sunlight. Our presence did not seem to bother them a great 
deal as they kept on feeding leisurely, they made a pretty picture, 
and if the time had been a month later there is no telling what would 
have happened to them, as the fore finger on the right hand of Mr. 
Ramsby, who carried the gun, twitched nervously. 

We walked around the lake one morning a distance we estimated 
to be in the neighborhood of 12 miles, and in the afternoon a number 
of us started out to climb Mt. Thielsen. Mr. Melhase and I started 
out together but we got off on the wrong ridge and after crawling 
through brush and clambering over rocks and snowbanks our progress 
was stopped by a straight drop of — I don't know how many hundreds 
of feet. 

Mr. Stone got nearer the top than any of us and he was only able 
to get within 20 or 30 feet of the summit on account of the over- 
hanging rocks on the peak. The following account of his climb, as 
given in the "Evening Herald" after our return, will probably be of 

ftfi'f : n 1 

Looking northwest from Diamond Lake toward Mt. Thielsen from Silent 
Creek Ranger Station. 


Although the feat has been tried many times, often by experienced 
mountain climbers, the first man to climb to the top of Mt. Thielsen, 
or Cowhorn Peak, is State Fish and Game Warden Charles F. Stone. 
The feat was accomplished a few days ago, and required six hours 
from the time Commissioner Stone left his camp, at the base of the 
peak, until he returned. 

And Commissioner Stone lacked about twenty feet of reaching the 
very apex of Mt. Thielsen. He and Henry Stout are going back again, 
probably this year, and try to reach the topmost point. 



"The very apex of Mt. Thielsen is about large enough for two men 
to stand without crowding each other off," said Mr. Stone this morn- 
ing. "The last twenty-five feet of the peak is not more than ten feet 
in diameter, and is smooth except for a few narrow crevices. It is 
our plan when we go again to drive railroad spikes in these crevices, 
climb up on them as we drive them, and when we get as far as we 
can go this way, to throw a rope over the apex. We will have to 
throw the rope about fifteen or twenty feet, and pull ourselves up by it. 

"I have been on nearly every notable peak in the world, except 
those of the Himalyas, and from none is the sight so enthralling as 
the one from Mt. Thielsen, even from the point within twenty feet 
of the very top, where I was. I could see far into Nevada, could see 
Mt. Shasta and Mt. Lookout, Diamond Peak, Mt. Pitt, Mt. Scott, the 
Three Sisters, Yamsay and Mt. Bailey, besides many lesser peaks, the 
names of which I do not know. 

"Fish Lake is fifteen miles from Mt. Thielsen, and on the oppo- 
site side of the peak from that on which I climbed the peak. By lean- 
ing slightly and stretching my neck, I got just a glimpse of Fish Lake, 
and that only with my left eye. So ticklish was my position and so 
difficult was it for me to maintain my equilibrium that I didn't take a 
second glimpse or try to see the lake with both eyes." 

I took several pictures of the surrounding country and of the 
peak from where Mr. Melhase and I were forced to stop. We were back 
in camp at 6:15 and Mr. Stone came in about one-half hour later. We 
saw some bear sign on the mountain side and Mr. Stone saw cougar 

The next day we broke camp and going around by Fort Klamath, 
which is about six miles further than the Chiloquin road, we arrived 
in Klamath Falls with a fine coat of sunburn and dust. 


By Everett Earle Stanard. 

Three Brownsville hunters, 
Messrs. Amon, Andrews and 
Standish, penetrated the Alsea 
country recently and were suc- 
cessful in bagging two deer. 
For the benefit of the readers of 
"The Oregon Sportsman," I 
have submitted picture of one 
of the heads. This shows well 
the three tips on one side and 
the two on the other. The hunt 
took place upon the mountain 
known as "Gravel Ridge" — the 
date October 4th. In conclu- 
sion I may add that one of the 
party, Mr. Standish, is a mem- 
ber of the flourishing Browns- 
ville Rod and Gun Club. A pic- 
ture of the club building ap- 
peared in the April "Sportsman." 



By Warden Ed Walker. 

Deer are increasing in Jackson County each year, although they 
are much harder to find than they were eight or ten years ago. Only 
those who hunt each year realize that under the present system of 
fire patrol deer have better cover and are much harder to find than 
a few years ago. 

My work as a timber cruiser about ten years ago took me to 
all parts of Jackson County. At that time the timber, especially the 
pine, had very little underbrush. At the present time it is almost 
impossible to see over the brush in places even on horseback. The 
bucks, as every hunter knows, select places where he is least apt to 
be disturbed, consequently the thickets never get too thick and high 
for him. 

It is surprising how quick deer will learn the places where they 
are least bothered by the hunters. For example, there is a place 
on the Big Applegate known as "Slick Rock Gulch," that is so rough 
and steep that hunters seldom ever venture there. Warden Apple- 
gate and myself visited this place and found it chuck full of bucks, 
while at the same time it was very nearly impossible to "bag one" 
on the easy hunting grounds adjoining this place. 

The hunters in Jackson County have not had the luck up to date 
that they had in the fore part of the hunting season last year on ac- 
count of the cool weather high up in the mountains where it has been 
too cold this summer for the flies that worry the deer, therefore the 
deer have stayed high up and away from the flies. 

The most successful bunch of hunters I have "checked up" this 
season were Ross Brothers and a party from Central Point, Oregon. 
There were nine in the party and they had 15 nice buck deer on their 
wagon to repay them for a ten-days' hunt. This party was camped 
on the West Fork of Evans' Creek, near the head. 


Charles Doyle states he was hunting ducks on the Mississippi River 
last week when he saw two men in a launch doing a great amount of 
shooting, considering only two men were in the boat. The launch after- 
ward landed near by and Doyle went to investigate how these two men 
could fire so many cartridges in succession. One of the men had an 
automatic shotgun with about six or seven feet of garden hose attached 
to it, near the breech of the gun. He said he noticed a small brass cog- 
wheel on the side of the gun's magazine. It was explained to him that 
the cogwheel moved until all the cartridges were out of the regular 
magazine, when the mechanism opened the brass framework attached 
to the hose and the cartridge feeder to the gun. The hose contained 
a spring, which supplied fifteen additional cartridges to the automatic 
gun, in the same manner as the regular magazine, after the cartridges 
in it were discharged. The man claimed he could get every duck in a 
flock with this gun, which literally filled the air with shot. — St. Louif 



By Warden John Larson. 

The Columbia River is a great resource for fishing on account 
of the large catch of fish. There are quite a number of ways in which 
fishing is carried on in the Columbia River. These are as follows: 
Trolling, seining, gillnetting, trapping and hook and line. 

Trolling is a great sport, as well as a profitable industry. This 
is carried on the outside of the three-mile limit. This is a method 
of fishing in which a spoon hook is used by dragging it at the end 
of a long line behind tne boat. This is something like angling. In 
one evening the catch of fish is from one hundred pounds to half 
a ton. 

In the smaller streams children, as well as grown folks, partake 
in catching trout and small fish by hook and line. The appliances 
required to fish are a rod, line, hook and bait. Floats are often used 
to keep the bait near the surface, and sinkers are used to keep the 
bait near the bottom of the river. In catching certain fish flies must 
be used. 

Seining is done mostly on the islands in the Columbia River. 
Sand Island has a large seining ground. Horses are used to draw 
the nets in the water and when the net is drawn to shore it is gener- 
ally packed with large and small fish. 

Trapping is another interesting way of fishing. A quite a lot of 
this is done on the Oregon side, as well as the Washington side. This 
is a very profitable way of fishing. Some fishermen make as much 
as $10,000 a season. 

Gillnetting is a simple method of fishing. The net is tied to the 
back part of the boat and drifts with the tide. After drifting a few 
miles they pick up the net. When all the fish are taken out they lay 
out again and proceed as before. This is very profitable, as some 
gillnetters make as much as $5000. 

The Columbia River has the largest catch of fish and also the 
largest canneries in the United States, and we hope that in the future 
we may have the largest in the world. 


Oakland, Cal., Sept. 7, 1916. 
Oregon Fish and Game Commission, 
Portland, Oregon. 

Gentlemen: Enclosed please find postage stamps for one year's 
subscription to The Oregon Sportsman, to above address. 

During a short visit to and about the Columbia Highway section 
of your beautiful state, I indulged myself with casting a fly in a 
wonderful little mountain stream (after securing the necessary pass- 
port, of course). My success was gratifying, for I captured some 
four or five dozen trout, the total of several short trips — all I wanted 
and enough — and from the fact that among this small number of 
fish were four different species of the trout family, should be ample 
evidence of the reliability of your splendid system of hatcheries and 
restocking of your streams. Sincerely, 




By Warden John Larson. 

The largest violation of all laws is that which is carried on in 
Alaska. Men shoot and kill the young ducks and also gather the duck 
eggs from the breeding places and destroy them. Even the mating 
ducks are killed, so there is getting less and less each year. 

All the Oregon sportsmen should put their shoulders together and 
try and protect these ducks. They can try and get the Government 
to protect the breeding places, as well as the birds themselves. If all 
these birds were protected as they should be they would increase 20 
per cent a year, but as it is they are decreasing nearly that much 
each year. 


The annual loss to the various crops from insect pests ranges 
from 10 to 20 per cent. These figures, obtained by the Department 
of Agriculture in 1904, still stand unchanged and unchallenged. 

Natural forests and forest products $100,000,000 

Cereals 10 per cent 200,000,000 

Hay 10 per cent 53,000,000 

Cotton 10 per cent 60,000.000 

Tobacco 10 per cent 5,300,000 

Truck crops 20 per cent 53,000,000 

Fruits 20 per cent 27,000,000 

Sugar 10 per cent 5,000,000 

Farm forests 10 per cent 11,000,000 

Miscellaneous crops 10 per cent 5,800,000 

Total $520,100,000 

The birds that the migratory law strives to protect have been the 
means largely of keeping these figures from growing greater. Like- 
wise the decrease for many years in the numbers of song birds, tree 
climbers, swallows, shore birds, grouse and quail is a very potent fac- 
tor in considering the present appalling figures. 

Of the birds mentioned the much hunted quail is, perhaps, of most 
value to the farmer and the fruit grower. The quail remains on the 
farm from spring to spring; in insect season the quail's diet is made 
up of them entirely. (Of the 145 species which he has been found to 
consume are chinchbug, beanleaf beetle, wireworm, cornhill bug, plant 
lice, caboage butterfly, squash beetle, etc.) He is active during 16 to 
18 hours a day; when the insects are gone he turns his attention to 
weeds; on his list of weed seeds are 129 varieties, among which are 
burdock', peppergrass, smartweed, plaintain, beggarticks, black mus- 
tard, etc.; 10,000 seeds for one bird in one day is a small portion and 
much less than the average adult bird requires. 

The few shore birds that we boast in this state, mostly kildeer, 
plover and curlew, feed largely on locusts, grasshoppers and mosqui- 

Some birds that are of special value in devouring the codling 
moths, so fearful in their destruction of orchards, are woodpeckers, 
kingbird, flycatcher, bluebird, bluejay, warblers, robin, chickadee. 

Consequently, if we could only impress upon the minds of the 
public in general the economic value of our birds and the necessity for 
protecting them in every possible way, we would have increasing num- 
bers of insectivorous birds and a correspondnig decrease of damages 
to crops. 




By Deputy Game Warden O. B. Parker. 

For the benefit of the readers of "The Oregon Sportsman," I will 
endeavor to relate the experience of B. A. Johnson, of Corvallis, and 
Ace McKern, of Yamhill, while on a hunting trip near Fairdale, Yam- 
hill County. 

On August 16 Mr. Johnson succeeded in killing a three-point 
buck and Mr. McKern fired several shots at a large black bear, which 
he missed, as he claimed his gun was not in good working order; 
but the boys at camp think it was probably his nerves that were out 
of condition. On the evening of the 18th they decided to go up on 
Fairchilds Creek and try to get a bear early the next morning, as 
there were several using in an old orchard near by. They did not 
succeed in killing one, but Mr. Johnson killed two fine buck deer, 
thus making his limit for the season. He left camp and returned 
home, Mr. McKern deciding to remain and try his luck for a while 
longer. He went hunting a few days later and was rewarded by 
killing a buck. The boys around camp were joshing Ace about 
seeing a bear every time he went hunting, so he told them that he 
would go out on a real bear hunt and show them that he could kill 
one. Ike Williams, who thinks he is a great hunter, volunteered to go 
with him; then Mr. Figgins, who claims to have one of the best bear 
dogs in the state, told them they could take him along, but he said 
he very much doubted if Ace could kill a bear if the dog ran one 
over him. They left camp in fine spirits and went about a mile and 
a half to an old blackberry patch, where they knew there were some 
bear using. McKern went upon the ridge and Mr. Williams started 
the dog in the berry patch, and in a few moments he jumped one. 
Ace saw a large bear and shot at him. He then went across the 
canyon to where he was sure Mr. Bruin fell, but he could not find 
any trace of the bear, so he returned to camp, and in a short time 
Williams came in. His bear had got away, as it would not tree. 
The dog would bay it every four or five hundred yards, but by the 
time he would get there the dog and bear would be gone. Ace told 
him about shooting a bear, and made up his mind the one he had shot 
was the one the dog was after, but Ike said he was certain it was 
not the same bear, and suggested that they go back and see if the 
dog could not find it. When they arrived at the hunting ground 
Williams asked him where he was standing when he shot at the 
bear. Then Mr. McKern pointed over on another ridge about two 
hundred and fifty yards from where they were. Ike took the dog 
and went over there, but failed to locate the bear. He then came 
down into the canyon about fifty yards from where Ace stood when 
he fired the shot, and the dog found the bear lying under a log, much 
to their surprise. Instead of being on the ridge across the canyon, as 
Mr. McKern supposed, he was standing on a large log that lay across 
it and only about fifty yards from where Mr. McKern was when he 
did the shooting. 

It created a great deal of amusement among the boys at camp 
that an old hunter like McKern would make such a mistake in the 
distance, and had a lot of sport joshing him about wearing spectacles 
when hunting, but Mc. only smiled and consoled himself with the 
fact that he had killed a big bear and had the best of Williams on 
that score. 


At the present writing fishing is good and the local anglers are 
reporting good catches in all the streams in this district. Messrs. 
E. E. Perkins and W. L. Davidson, of this city, on September 1 made 
a trip up on the headwaters of the Willamina River, and made a 
catch of one hundred and fifty trout in a little less than four hours. 
I know of seventeen deer and four bear being killed by the hunters 
of this district this season. 


By G. A. Heinz, of McMinnville, Oregon. 

There are a great many things being said and written about the 
trout that are caught in the different parts of Oregon. Of course, 
we seldom hear from the fellow who returns from a trip to the moun- 
tains with a poor catch. 

About the middle of August I started for the beach, and also had 
decided to try my luck by stopping over one day, fishing in the Big 
Nestucca. I reached Blaine about 4 o'clock, pitched camp preparatory 
for the next day's work. The next morning I left camp at six, accom- 
panied by Mr. Wilson. We walked about four miles up toward head- 
waters of the river before beginning to fish. There apparently were 
plenty of fish in the river, as we had no difficulty in making a fairly 
good catch. By three o'clock we had our baskets well filled with 66 
trout, ranging from 7 to 16 inches in length. 

Though this is a long trip in one day, I considered ourselves well 
paid for our day's work, for we surely had a good day's sport. These 
fish were nearly all caught with the fly, Queen of the Waters. 

This stream is one of our best streams for casting a fly. I found 
it a little difficult in getting along the stream; you are compelled to 
wade in order to get the best fishing. Also the bed of the stream is 
covered with large rock, making it difficult and dangerous traveling. 
I would advise any going to this stream not to go alone, as it is quite 
dangerous and chances are -a person might have an accident. 


By Overton Dowell, Jr., Mercer, Oregon. 

At the 1913 session of the Legislature a law was passed establish- 
ing six large game reservations, in different sections of the state, 
Grass Mountain Reservation being one of these. It is situated in the 
western part of Lane County, and is the only state refuge west of the 
Coast Range. It was created primarily for the purpose of protecting 
a small herd of elk that ranged in that section of the state. 

This reservation contains 54 square miles, or approximately 34,- 
560 acres, very little of this being deeded land. The western boundary 
is about two and one-half miles from the ocean. Within the boundaries 
are several peaks ranging in elevation from 2200 to 2500 feet. 

The United States Forest Service has built a good horse trail 
through the reservation, beginning at Mercer Lake, near Florence, 
running north to the Alsea River; there are several other forest 
trails leading from this. 

The principal game animals found here are the elk, deer and 
black bear. Since the creation of the refuge there has been a steady 
increase in the elk herd found here. The forest rangers and guards 


in their respective districts have done a great deal toward protecting 
the elk in both Lane and Lincoln Counties. 

I entered the service of the Game Department four years ago. 
During this time I have visited practically all the districts in which 
elk range, in both western Lincoln and Lane Counties and parts of 
Douglas, and have had a good chance to notice conditions of the elk. 
With the exception of one or two localities, the elk are on the increase. 
One herd, by actual count, in the spring of 1912, contained 18 elk. 
Today this herd, by actual count, has increased to 37 head, with a 
nice bunch of calves. 

An old settler told me that not many years ago this herd con- 
sisted of three elk, a cow, a yearling and a calf. At one time he 
found them in a canyon not seventy-five yards distant. He said he 
hesitated quite a while before deciding not to kill this last little bunch 
of elk. Fifteen years before elk were quite numerous there. Thus 
we see how easily this entire herd could have been exterminated. 

The elk naturally is not a timid animal, as is usually supposed. 
I once approached within fifty feet of three elk feeding in the tall 
salal. They did not notice me until they scented me; then they ran 
only about one hundred feet and stopped. Later, the same day, I 
walked in the open within one hundred feet of twenty-five elk; one 
old cow started for me, striking the ground with her fore feet. I 
lost no time climbing a nearby fir tree, but soon the whole herd bolted 
for the timber. 

Where elk have been molested by man or dogs, they will not 
venture far from the cover of tall timber. The elk in the Coast 
Range feed principally on salal, wild pea vine and vetch. During the 
early spring and summer they are found feeding in the open range 
on the wild vetch. Upon the approach of early storms they will seek 
the heavy timber and underbrush, occasionally coming out in the open 
for a short period. Their feeding habits somewhat resemble those 
of Angora goats. If possible they will bed for the night near water, 
out on some open ridge. They often feed by moonlight, coming out 
of the timber near sunset and feeding most of the night and lying 
down toward morning. I have often seen them coming out of the 
young alders soon after sunrise, feeding on the hillsides toward noon, 
then entering the alders for the rest of the day. I have noticed the 
young calves by the first of May. Before the young are born, the 
female leaves the main herd, sometimes taking her yearling with her. 
In about two weeks she returns to the herd with her young. I have 
never noticed but one calf with a cow elk, with one exception, during 
the spring of 1913, I found a cow with two calves. In the following 
September, in the same herd, my brother saw a cow with two calves, 
undoubtedly the same ones. Of course, there is a possibility that the 
mother had adopted an orphan calf. I have made many inquiries, 
but aside from this case I have never heard of any one seeing two 
calves with an elk cow. 

Cougars, no doubt, kill some calves every year, though only once 
have I found where one had been killed. Cougars are not now very 
numerous in this section of country. Not long ago I saw the carcass 
of an elk that had been killed about two months before. The horns 
and tusks had been taken away, but conditions looked as though no 
meat had been removed. Evidently the elk had been killed for the 
tusks alone. Since this noble animal has been so nearly exterminated 
from our state, surely no true sportsman could have committed such 
an act! The law is not too severe for such violations. 



Deputy Game Warden O. B. Parker, of McMinnville, reports that 
Mr. J. B. Shelton, who is a section hand along the railroad, found two 
Chinese pheasants' nests on October 1; one contained 12 eggs and 
the other 13 eggs. Bioth sets of eggs were hatched out between 
October 6 and 10, with the exception of one egg in each nest which 
did not hatch. 

These records are exceedingly late for the nesting of Chinese 
pheasants. The first and perhaps the second broods of these hens 
were destroyed by the rains, which likely accounts for the very late 

Mr. Shelton reports that along the six-mile right of way which he 
had charge of he found thirteen different nests of the Chinese pheas- 
ants during the past season. 

Pheasants seem to have done better in the vicinity of McMinn- 
ville and surrounding country than in some other sections of the state. 
Mr. Parker reports that about twenty-five sportsmen around McMinn- 
ville got the limit the opening day. 



By Warden H. L. Gray. 

Replying to your recent request for an article covering game 
conditions in Malheur County, I will endeavor briefly to quote a few 
interesting facts in connection with this great country which I have 
just begun to educate myself to. 

Malheur County differs from; Washington County, where I was 
previously located, in many ways. First, it is nearly ten times the 
size, combining an area of 9883 square miles, and is the second largest 
county in the state, and is a country having the grandest and finest 
possibilities for the preservation, propagation and protection of game 
and fish of any place in Oregon. 

The game in Malheur County consists of the following: Deer and 
antelope, wild ducks, geese, brant and swan, blue grouse, sagehen, 
turtledoves, which are all natives of the country, the Chinese pheas- 
ant and the bobwhite quail having been propagated. Both the two 
latter are doing well and thriving. 

The finny tribe in Malheur River and its tributaries consist of 
mountain trout, steelhead and Chinook salmon, both of which run 
in the early spring. Bass and sturgeon can also be found in plentiful 
quantities in the Snake River. 

On my arrival here, I found an organization of sportsmen and 
local citizens who have organized themselves into the "Southeastern 
Oregon Association for the Propagation and Protection of Fish and 
Game." The members of this association were ready and eager to 
assist the new game warden in every way possible, and I have found 
their assistance very valuable, as they have made special trips with 
me and we have gone over nearly two-thirds the entire county already. 

The two most important matters to be looked after in this county 
are the wild ducks and the salmon run. The Snake River, for two 
hundred miles bordering on Malheur County, is one vast breeding 


ground for water fowl of every description. In many of the sloughs 
and small lakes the water is almost black with ducklings of every 
size. This, you will realize, means plenty of shooting for the hunters 
of not only Malheur County, but also for Multnomah and other valley 
counties. This also accounts, in a manner, for many of the ducks 
that fly up and down the Columbia River in the fall and winter. 

Another line of work that certainly is due in this locality is 
enforcing the law of screening the irrigation ditches along the Mal- 
heur River. There are a hundred or better of these, and the cost 
will run into many hundreds of dollars. The sportsmen are all 
willing to lend their aid in this work for co-operation with the ditch 
owners, for they realize what it means to the salmon industry. 

It can readily be seen from the work that is being contemplated 
in this country that Malheur County is only a big infant to what it 
will be in the near future. The Warm Springs reservoir, which will 
be constructed at once after the bonds for it are sold next month, 
will be big enough to store water for some 25,000 acres of farm land 
that is now in sage brush, increasing the grain fields for the Chinese 
pheasants, and making a lake for breeding purposes which will be, if 
properly cared for, second only to the Malheur Lake. 

I have had but little trouble to the present date in enforcing the 
Federal law, as the sportsmen of the county seem willing and eager 
to assist me in every way possible to do the work. 


By Nick Leathers, Hardman', Oregon. 

Having considerable spare time, the standing invitation of the 
Blue Mountains in the distance for a big game hunt was too much 
for me. So, oiling up my reliable 30-30, packing a few provisions, 
and calling my dog was the work of a few minutes and I was on my 
way. Heading due south, I arrived at Pine Ridge, about 20 miles 
from Hardman. As this locality had been very lucky for me in many 
a past hunt, I concluded to make my camp for the night. A rough, 
mountainous country, with considerable timber, it is a favorite ren- 
dezvous for the deer and the bear. After eating a hearty supper, 
making my bed of pine boughs, I laid down for a good rest, with the 
alluring thoughts of the big hunt in the morning. Several times during 
the night. I was awakened by my dog, who seemed very restless, rush- 
ing to and from the fire with the hair along his back raised, growling 
and barking savagely. I knew from past experiences that some wild 
animal was in our neighborhood. The next morning, leaving the dog 
to guard camp, and taking my rifle, I set out for the top of a neighbor- 
ing ridge, sparsely covered with underbrush. Arriving at the top, 
I picked out a position that enabled me to get a good view of the 
country, lit my pipe and waited for developments. I lounged about 
till 5 in the evening, and as nothing of importance had been sighted, 
I set out for camp. I had not gone far when I heard the sound of a 
heavy footfall. Stepping into the brush, I carefully looked around, 
and standing about twenty yards from me was the finest specimen 
of a bear that I had ever seen. The bear saw my first movement 
as I raised my rifle and quickly plunged into the brush. He finally 
reappeared in the open at a distance of a hundred and twenty-five 
yards. I hastily took aim and fired, hitting him just back of the 
shoulder. He turned two complete somersaults, gained his feet and 
started running. With the next shot I broke his back and brought 


him down for keeps. Even then he tried desperately to make his 
getaway, biting himself savagely as if furious that his legs should 
refuse to give him aid. 

After dressing him with a small pocket penknife, as I had left 
my hunting knife at camp, I set out for some nearby residents to 
borrow a horse with which to bring in my prize. Returning to the 
scene of my killing, I was confronted with the task of loading Mr. 
Bruin, a job which was by no means easy, as the bear was of such 
a size that standing upright alongside the pony its elbows lay over the 
horse's back. Dressing three hundred pounds, it proved to be a heavy 
burden, but we finally made our way to camp wtihout mishap. 

The next morning, feeling so well over the previous day's hunt, 
I concluded to try and bag a deer. So, starting in the direction of 
Brown's Prairie, I soon came across the trail of a large buck. I 
followed it for about three miles and finally trailed him to his bedding 
place. He heard me approach and, leaping out of the brush, started 
across a little open space. I killed him the first shot and he also 
proved a fine specimen, a six-point mule buck deer. 

I have since this fortunate hunt bagged another six-point mule- 
deer, and as I have but one more tag to attach, I hope to hang 
it on another prize animal. Some people buy their hunting licenses 
just to hunt, but I get mine to tie on deer. Hunting may be fine 
sport, but without the result it is tasteless for me. There seems to 
be an abundance of game in the mountains this year, and I attribute 
it mostly to game protection. I am heartily in favor of game pro- 
tection and in sympathy with the strict enforcement of all game laws, 
as it means the only salvation of the finest sport in the world. 


Only a man in a forest green, 
Only a match that was dropped unseen, 
Only a flame, some leaves and wood, 
Only a waste where the forest stood. 

— George D. Pratt. 

It is not all of fishing just to fish; 

The game bag tells not of the hunter's sport. 
The poacher in mere numbers may delight; 

The sportsman's joy is quite another sort. 

* * * 

Sportsman — "Good, you got him." 

Amateur — "Yes, but I just wasted my ammunition; the fall would 
have killed him anyway." 

* * * 

"Jesus saith unto him (Peter) * * * go thou to the sea, and 
cast an hook, and take up the fish." — Matthew 17-27. 

* * * 

Your grandfather hunted elk and buffalo until there were none. 
Your father hunted antelope and mountain sheep until there were 

You are hunting deer. There still are some. 
What do you want your sons to hunt — rabbits? 



By Everett Earle Stanard, Brownsville, Oregon. 

The air is bitter chill tonight, 
And early will the dark come down; 
At four o'clock the little light 
Fades fast on hills about the town. 
Outside my window, flitting there, 
Are flocks of hungry winter birds; 
Their bits of song and cheery words 
Float in upon the frosty air. 

Beside my double window here 
Is built the crumb-board. Yonder lies 
The garden weeds of yester-year — 
Seeds hidden there that all birds prize. 
The evergreen so near at hand, 
Provides a thick and certain shelter; 
When sudden dark storms strike the land, 
The birds make thither, helter-skelter. 

Is it not good to contemplate 

This peaceful scene? The towhee there 

Anxiously calls his pink-eyed mate. 

The dusky sparrow finds his share 

Of leaves to rustle. Juncoes utter 

Their tiny notes, their sharps, their trebles, 

While English sparrows rise and flutter 

Into the hedge-row — boisterous rebels! 

That band of winter revelers, 
All midge-like in the high trees dancing, 
Blithe lisping woodland worshippers, 
Gay bits of color, gleaming, glancing — 
Brown creeper and smart chickadee, 
And kinglet, piping notes ecstatic, 
They hasten by, gone is their glee, 
And curious frolic acrobatic. 

The silence lingers when they go. 
I set the evening lamp alight; 
And in the vines outside, I know, 
Full many a bird is housed tonight. 
Now has the daylight flickered out, 
Safe in the fir my winter birds; 
A few small twitters — good-night words, 
And peace has lapped the world about. 


By Warden Robt. H. Young. 

That the deer are increasing in Eastern Oregon is evident by the 
remarkable kills that some of our sportsmen have made in Morrow 
and Gilliam Counties this year. It is imposible for me to give the 
exact number of bucks that were killed, but from the reports there 
were more killed this year than last, and several hunters made use 
of their tags. Mr. Oscar Maley, of Condon, got the limit of big buck 
in one hunt. 


Dr. A. D. McMurdo, of Heppner, tells a fine story of seeing sev- 
eral bands of deer — not several deer, but several bunches and several 
deer to the band. This was in the Greenhorn Mountains not a great 
distance from the Grant County line. He succeeded in bagging one 

In another article in this issue Mr. N. A. Leathers, of Hardman, 
tells of his remarkable kill of two big six-prong mule buck deer and 
one bear. Mr. Leathers says: "I have lived in Morrow County for 
the past thirty years, and have never missed a season hunting big 
game. I know every section of the deer range in the Blue Mountains, 
and I firmly believe there are more deer and better hunting this 
year than there has been for several years. I believe the deer are 
increasing and am in hearty sympathy with the enforcing of the game 


By Walter H. Backus, Portland. 

The Northwest Championship Casting Tournament was held at 
Laurelhurst Lake, Portland, Ore., on August 24 and 25, and was easily 
the most successful casting tournament which has ever been held in 
this vicinity. Over thirty casters took part on the program, and 
there were almost twenty entries in each event. The Tacoma Fly 
and Bait Casting Club sent down a delegation of five members, who 
made a very good showing, particularly in the bait casting events. 

The program opened with the % -ounce distance bait casting, 
each man to make five casts and the best average to win. This event 
was won by W. Cornell, whose average was 128 feet. W. C. Block 
came second with an average of 123 feet, and J. C. Myers third with 
107 feet. Dr. McFarland, who was sure of second place in this event, 
unfortunately put one cast out of bounds, and this unfortunate slip 
dropped him to fourth place. 

The next event on the program was the ^4-ounce accuracy bait 
casting, targets ranging from 60 to 80 feet from the platform. This 
event was won by Mr. W. J. Bailey, of Tacoma, who had only 18 
demerits, giving him a score of 98.2 per cent. Dr. McFarland was 
second with 20 demerits and a score of 98 per cent. W. M. Umbden- 
stock was third with 21 demerits. Mr. Bailey has won this event for 
the second time, as he was the winner of the jounce accuracy at 
Tacoma a year ago. 

These two events concluded the morning program, and the con- 
testants adjourned to a lunch served in the open by the wives of 
some of our local members. 

The first event in the afternoon was the accuracy fly, which 
was very closely contested, as John Drennan and W. F. Backus ran 
a very close race, only one demerit separating the two men. Backus 
had a score of 6 demerits and Drennan a score of 7 demerits. N. C. 
Thorne, with 11 demerits, finished third. In this event the 30-inch 
rings were placed 45, 50 and 55 feet from the platform. 

The last event of the first day's program, distance fly casting 
with unlimited rods, resulted in another very close match, as W. 
Cornell and W. F. Backus tied with 106 feet, with J. C. Myers third 
with 102 feet. In casting off the tie Backus won first place by cast- 
ing 103 feet. Both first score men in this event used 5%-ounce light 
tackle rods. 


The second day's program began with %-ounce distance bait 
casting. Cornell again proved his ability as a consistent caster by 
making the average of 154 feet, which took first place. Dr. McFar- 
land was second with 146 feet, and A. E. Burghduff third with 145 
feet. Over fifteen casters took part in this event, and the greater 
portion of them averaged well over 100 feet. 

The next event was the %-ounce slam. Each man made five casts 
and the best single cast was to determine the winner. Dr. E. C. 
McParland and W. F. Backus tied with 171 feet. In casting off the 
tie they still hung close together, as Backus made 164 feet and Dr. 
McFarland 163 feet 10 inches. C. R. Werner took third place in this 
event with 165 feet. 

The ^-ounce accuracy event was won by the same man who took 
the honors a year ago, W. C. Block, and he won the event with 
exactly the same score, 10 demerits. C. R. Werner, of Tacoma, was 
second with 15 demerits, W. Cornell third with 16 demerits, and Dr. 
McFarland fourth with 19 demerits. This event brought out the longest 
entry list of the entire program, and shows how popular bait casting 
has become with the local anglers. 

After luncheon the casters gave their attention to light tackle dry 
fly accuracy, one of the most attractive events on the entire program. 
In this event J. C. Myers came through with flying colors, making a 
score of only 8 demerits, giving him a percentage of 99 7-15. W. F. 
Backus was second with 11 demerits, and John Drennan third with 
12 demerits. In this event the 30-inch rings ranged from 20 to 50 
feet from the platform. 

The closing event on the program, distance fly light tackle, was 
very hotly contested, as a great many anglers had set their hearts on 
winning this particular event. The event was cast under rather 
unfavorable conditions, as the afternoon was extremely hot and with 
not a bit of wind stirring. In view of this fact, the scores, while not 
high, must be considered very good W. Cornell won the event with 
a cast of 99 feet, while Backus and Myers tied for second with 98 
feet. Dick Carlon was fourth with 95 feet. In casting off the tie for 
second Backus made 101 feet. 

A special prize had been donated by the Anglers' Club for the 
best all-around score. This prize was won by W. Cornell with 31 
points, and the race for this prize was not determined until the very 
last event. 

At the conclusion of the program a dinner was held at the Imperial 
Hotel, where prizes were awarded. During the evening the Pacific 
Northwest Association of Angling Clubs was formed, with the idea 
of encouraging tournament casting in all parts of the Northwest. 

In all probability the Northwest tournament will be held at 
Seattle next year, and it is hoped to have a great many new clubs 
represented at that time. 


Will never shoot a game bird except on the wing. 
Will never violate the spirit or letter of the law. 
Will never take more game or fish than he has use for. 
Will never impose upon or be insolent to land owners. 
Will never kill the last game bird in the covey. 
Will never shoot or kill any birds other than game birds. 
Will never forget that game laws are intended to improve and in- 
crease sport and not to prevent or restrict it. 



From American Field. 

T. Gilbert Pearson, secretary of the National Association of Audu- 
bon Societies, has just returned from a visit to Malheur Lake, Oregon, 
which has long been known as one of the most important breeding 
places for wild birds in this country. He reports that an attempt is 
being made to secure from the United States Government the title of 
this land for the purpose of draining the lake, for the benefit of a few 

This action is unwise economically, because it substitutes for a 
certainty of valuable birds the uncertainty of agricultural products on 
alkaline soil, by nature unadapted for agricultural purposes. It carries 
with it, too, a subversion of public rights. These breeding places, 
relatively few in number, require peculiar conditions which cannot be 
readily duplicated. It means diminishing by so much the annual crop 
of wild birds on this continent. It means exploitation of a public asset 
for private gain. It should meet the opposition, not alone of the 
sportsmen and the persons who have the right to see birds under their 
natural conditions, but should as well meet the condemnation of the 
agricultural press in all sections of the country. 

It is difficult to believe that the people of the State of Oregon will 
permit such an important state asset to be destroyed, for Malheur 
Lake in its original and natural conditions should be one of the most 
important natural features of the state, and as such should be pro- 
tected as it exists today. Through the efforts of the Audubon Asso- 
ciation, Lake Malheur was made a United States bird reservation on 
August 18, 1908, and has since that time been guarded under the care 
of the Federal Government. 

Certain interested persons in Oregon have now made application 
to the Government to declare the lake to be "swamp lands suitable 
for agricultural purposes," and thereby invalidate the Government's 
title to the land. Herein appears the weak point in all the Federal 
legislation relative to the setting aside of bird and game reservations, 
particularly in the case of birds. The mere fact that land can be made 
suitable (at any price) for agricultural purposes should not exclude 
the possibility of retaining that land as a place for producing birds, 
if the annual crop of birds is of more value than the agricultural 

The National Association of Conservation Commissioners will sup- 
port the Audubon Association in its effort to prevent the destruction 
of this bird reservation by draining and exploitation of this land. 


President N. A. C. C. 



By M. D. Orange, of Pilot Rock, Oregon. 

Our deputy game warden, Mr. Tonkin, has asked me to write 
about the game conditions of this section for "The Oregon Sportsman." 

There seems to be about the average number of deer, although 
not many are being killed. Seems that the hunters haven't gotten 
their "hunting eye" up to date and are making more misses than 
common, considering that most of them are old-timers. 


The absence this year of huckleberries accounts for the bear 
being seen in the more open places. Nearly every hunter reports 
seeing bear. 

I want to mak special mention to the hunters of the birds called 
Hungarian pheasants. These birds were liberated here three years 
ago on the game refuge three miles from Pilot Rock and nested the 
next year. Now, however, they have all gone to the foothills and 
mountains and seem to be adopting the habits of the grouse. Without 
doubt these birds are better for this country than the Chinese pheas- 
ant, inasmuch as they are seeking the uplands and protection of the 
timber. Hunters must be very careful and not make the mistake of 
shooting them for the native pheasants. The Hungarian pheasant 
when it first rises on the wing makes a peculiar sharp noise which can 
be instantly recognized. When he gets well on his flight this noise 
ceases and unless the hunter sees the bird rise there is danger of 
making an innocent mistake and shooting a protected game bird. 
These birds are becoming very numerous. Hunters report seeing 
flocks wherever they go. There is no doubt that they will eventually 
spread over the whole country. I am of the opinion that they are 
far better than the Eastern quail, or any other species of game bird 
that has ever been liberated here. People should be encouraged in 
their propagation. 


By Warden John Larson. 

China pheasants are of great abundance in Clatsop County on 
account of the two years of closed season. This has helped in many 
ways. First, it helps increase; the pheasants breed in certain places, 
thus causing a larger popularity of this feathered tribe. Second, they 
spread more rapidly. When the China pheasants are old enough to 
look out for themselves they generally fly away to a different locality, 
and when old enough they breed in entirely different breeding places. 

The season has been closed for two years, and if it is closed for 
two more years there will be a large variety in Clatsop County, as 
well as in other places. 


By Warden W. O. Hadley. 

Earnest Cramer, H. S. Soule and Earnest Kuebler, three sports- 
men of The Dalles, while hunting on the North Fork of Mill Creek, 
on the east side of Bald Butte, on September 3, killed a very large 
rattlesnake which had just swallowed a cottontail rabbit whole and 
was lying out in the open enjoying the feeling of fullness experienced 
after a good meal. They cut the snake open and found that part of 
the hair on the rabbit was dry and that he had been swallowed head 
first. Part of the rattlers had been broken off, but the reptile still 
had twelve left, which evidently were enough to charm bunny. 

S. M. Dick, a Hood River fisherman, hooked a fine steelhead on 
September 17. Mr. Dick was fly fishing with a single gut leader and 
No. 8 hook, and it took him two and one-fourth hours to land the fish, 
which measured 30 inches and weighed 9^ pounds. 



Hi Somers was the durndest cuss 

Fer catchin' fish — he sure was great! 

He never used to make a fuss 

About the kind of pole er bait, 

Er weather, neither; he'd just say, 

"I got to ketch a mess today." 

An' toward the creek you'd see him slide, 

A-whistlin' soft an' walkin' wide. 

I says one day to Hi, says I, 

"How do you always ketch 'em, Hi?" 

He gave his bait another switch in, 

An' chucklin' says, "I jest keep fishin'." 

Hi took to readin' law at night, 

An' pretty soon, the first we knowed, 

He had a lawsuit, won his fight, 

An' was a lawyer! I'll be blowed! 

He knowed more law than Squire McKnab! 

An' though he had no "gift of gab" 

To brag about, somehow he made 

A sober sort of talk that played 

The mischief with the other side. 

One day, when some one asked if Hi'd 

Explain how he got in condishion, 

An' chucklin' says, "I jest keep fishin'." 

Well, Hi is Gov'nor Somers now; 

A big man round the state, you bet — 

To me the same old Hi, somehow; 

The same old champeen fisher, yet. 

It wasn't so much the bait er pole, 

It wasn't so much the fishin' hole, 

That won fer Hi his big success; 

'Twas jest his fishin' on, I guess; 

A cheerful, steady, hopeful kind 

Of keepin' at it — don't you mind? 

And that is why I can't help wishin' 

That more of us would jest keep fishin'. 

— Chicago News. 




Deputy Game Warden Mitchell reports that the elk in the Billy Mea- 
dows pasture in Wallowa county are doing fine, with an increase of 
about thirty calves this year. 

Mr. A. A. Wenzel, a well known Eastern Oregon sportsman and 
business man, who recently disposed of his interests in Oregon to 
engage in business in Wisconsin, was a caller on The Sportsman this 
month while en route to his new home in the East. Mr. Wenzel, as 
secretary of the Wing, Fin and Fleetwood club of La Grande, did much 
enthusiastic work in game protection and propagation in Eastern Ore- 
gon while he was a resident there. He will be missed from the councils 
of the game enthusiasts in that section of the state. 

Seventeen states now limit the killing of deer to males. Most of 
the Southern states are included among those afording this protection. 
Four Canadian provinces also limit the kililng of deer to males. 

Weight of trout by length: 9 in. trout, x /4 pound; 11^ in., % pound; 
13 in., % pound; 14 in., 1 pound; 15 in., 1*4 pounds; 16 in., 1^ pounds; 
17 in., 2y 8 pounds; 18 in., 2% pounds; 19 in., 3 pounds; 20 in., 3% 
pounds; 21 in., 4 pounds; 22 in., 4% pounds; 22% in., 5% pounds; 23% 
in., 6 pounds; 24% in., 7 pounds. 

The game warden service constitutes the foundation and frame- 
work of the whole structure of game law administration. Without it 
the whole edifice falls to the ground. The game laws may be ever so 
wisely and scientifically drawn; they may be ever so comprehensive 
and complete; but without an adequate, efficient, alert, and honest 
warden service they will inevitably fail of their purpose. 

E. S. Cattron, District Inspector, Migratory Bird Law, requests per- 
sons interested in the protection of birds to report to him all cases of 
violation of the Migratory Bird Law that may come to their notice and 
to call upon him when he can be of any assistance in the investigation 
of any particular cases. 

Henry O'Malley, former field superintendent in charge of Pacific 
Coast operations for the United States Bureau of Fisheries, has been 
appointed Chief of the Division of Fish Culture, made vacant by the 
recent death of Robert S. Johnson. Mr. O'Malley is one of the most 
efficient men in the Federal fisheries service and has risen through 
all the grades of the service. 


David Warren, a Umatilla County homesteader, was arrested re* 
cently on the charge of killing an elk in Oregon and taking the meat 
to Walla Walla, Washington, where some of it was sold. He plead 
guilty to the charge and was fined $200 and costs. Warren was 
caught after the wardens had followed him on horseback for 40 miles 
through the Blue Mountains, tracking him through the snow. 

If you kill or capture a wild duck bearing an aluminum band 
around one leg, having a number on one side and on the other a 
statement requesting that the United States Department of Agricul- 
ture or the Biological Survey be notified, you are requested to send this 
band at once to the Bureau of Biological Survey, United States Depart- 
ment of Agriculture, Washington, D. C. This band, if accompanied by a 
statement as to date, place and circumstances under which the bird 
was taken, will be of service to the department in its efforts to 
determine the longevity of individual ducks and the routes of migra- 
tion of the species. The bands have been attached to considerable 
numbers of wild ducks of several species which have been cured 
of the duck sickness prevalent around Great Salt Lake, Utah, and 
there released. The department is particularly anxious to secure 
reports from these birds to determine their complete recovery from 
this malady, which has killed hundreds of thousands of ducks in 

Deputy Game Warden Jas. Stewart, of Moro, writes the "Sports- 
man" that W. G. McDonald, of McDonald's Ferry, returned some time 
ago from a trip to Grant County on a deer hunt. While in that county, 
Mr. McDonald killed a five-point buck on the south fork of the John 
Day River which he says was the biggest and fattest deer he ever 
saw. Three strong men could hardly lift the animal and they esti- 
mated that it weighed at least 350 pounds. 

Victor Rath, of Mercer, Oregon, is exhibiting the skin with horns 
attached of a female deer killed October 1st in the Coast Mountains 
near Mercer. The horns are small in size and are two-point, while 
the color of the hair is rather light for a deer killed at that season 
of the year. 

A large mass of petrified fish eggs, probably thousands of years 
old, have been found in Klamath County. It is believed the eggs are 
salmon spawn. 

A record for marksmanship that will probably stand for some 
time was made recently when D. W. Anderson, of Olene, a pioneer 
settler in that section of Oregon, shot a running coyote at 240 yards 
with a rifle. Mr. Anderson, known among the settlers as "Stick" 
Anderson, because he can find water with a stick, is now in his 
84th year, but is hale and hearty and loves to shoot a rifle as well 
as in his younger days. 

Jesse Goffe, formerly of Dale, Oregon, recently plead guilty to 
the charge of using explosives 1 to take fish from the North Fork of 
the John Day River, and was fined $200 and given 30 days in jail. 

China pheasants come high in the closed season in Umatilla 
County. Harley Yetter was fined $250 and lost his gun and hunting 
privileges besides the "sport" of breaking the law and shooting one 
lone Chinese pheasant. 

Chas. D. Alexander, proprietor of the Linn Ringneck Game Farm 
in Linn County, filled an order from the Ohio State Fish and Game 
Commission this fall for 150 pairs of Chinese pheasants, which were 
turned loose in Ohio by the commission in an effort to get this famous 
Oregon game bird started there. 


Mrs. William Vincent, attracted by the barring of the family dog 
and puzzled by its peculiar actions, followed the animal and found 
the dead body of her husband, who had accidentally shot himself 
while out hunting. The circumstances indicated that the unfortunate 
man had intended lighting his pipe and in doing so probably let 
the gun slip to the ground. The freshly filled pipe was' found near 
by. Both barrels were exploded, the charge of shot taking effect in 
his right breast. 

Curry County officials have adopted a new scheme of dealing with 
men convicted of game law violations and recently sentenced to hard 
labor on the roads two men who were unable to pay their fines in 
cash. The two men were fined $100 each. 

Protection is extended by the treaty between the United States 
and Great Britain, recently ratified by the United States Senate, to 
1022 species and subspecies of the most valuable and interesting 
migratory birds of North America. The compact, though entered 
into with Great Britain as a formality, affects Canada only, and it 
has been noted that it is the most important step ever taken for the 
protection of birds that has ever been taken by any country. The 
treaty was initiated by Senator McLean, of Connecticut, more than 
two years ago, but after the preliminaries had been disposed of and 
it had been signed by Secretary Lansing and the British Ambassador, 
it was quickly disposed of, only thirteen days intervening between 
its signature and its formal ratification. 


By Warden Geo. W. Russell. 

While talking with a hunter by the name of Obye, a short time 
ago, on the middle fork of the Trask River, I learned that Obye and 
some other hunters, while hunting in the same locality during the 
fall of 1915, killed a buck deer that, upon examination proved to be 
diseased. This deer was literally covered with sores. There were 
even sores in its mouth, evidently caused by licking the sores on its 
body, and its legs were swollen to its hoofs. The deer was so badly 
diseased that the hunters were forced to leave all of it in the woods, 
as there was no portion of it for food. 

Fifteen deer have been killed in this locality since the season 
opened. Earl Buxton, Harry Giltner and two other hunters from 
Forest Grove, killed three deer and a bear during the first three days 
of the open season. 

During the past week about 30,000 fish have been liberated by the 
Fish and Game Commission in Dairy Creek, on application of the 
Hillsboro Rod and Gun Club. These fish were taken from the feeding 
pond on Gales Creek and placed in Dairy Creek with the total loss of 
nine fish. They were Eastern Brook and Rainbow trout and averaged 
about three and a half inches in length. 

The residents and property owners on Gales Creek expect soon 
to present a petition to the Fish and Game Commission asking them 
to close Clear Creek and Her Creek for a period of two years, in 
order to give the fish that are released from the feeding pond a 
chance to attain some size before allowing them to be fished for. 
These streams are both tributary to Gales Creek. 


A certain Oregon game warden took a trip into the mountains to 
look things over and rode up to the cabin of a homesteader. After pass- 
ing the time of the day, asked if game was plentiful in those parts. 
The old settler told him that he simply lived off grouse and deer. The 
warden asked the homesteader if he knew he was talking to a game 
warden, and asked who he was, to which the old man replied: "I am 
the biggest liar in Oregon." 


By Deputy Warden J. W. Walden. 

I came to Oregon in 1886, and if I remember rightly it was in 
October of the same year that I took a trip over in the Wallowa county 
with a friend. We went back on what was then called Howard Mea- 
dow, reaching there on a Thursday, about 1 p. m. We camped in a log 
cabin which had been built by some former hunter or trapper. Every- 
thing was up to date; in one corner was a bed made of slender poles 
with a mattress of fragrant fir boughs; at the other end was a fire- 
place, while in the center of the room stood a roughly hewn table made 
of a tamarac tree, and the regular hunter style of chair, namely — a 
couple of cracker boxes. 

After we had unpacked, we proceeded to get something to eat, after 
which we washed our dishes in hunter's style by turning them bottom- 
side up on the table. Then we got our trusty guns and knives and 
started out to rustle some game, and about two miles north we found 
deer, bear and elk track in plenty. This was the first time I had ever 
been in a bear country, and I felt somewhat nervous, but I soon realized 
that I was not the only one who felt afraid, for my friend kept insisting 
that we were looking for deer and not for bear, and was for turning 
back to camp. We ran into a huckleberry patch that had been wallowed 
down by the bears, and not knowing the country I did not want to 
venture out alone, so followed my partner back to camp in safety. We 
held a consultation behind closed doors, and decided to go in another 
direction and see if we could locate some deer. It was about the middle 
of the afternoon now, but we struck out east and climbed a hill that 
seemed to me as though it were two miles high. We came out on a 
bald ridge which we followed back about a mile. About this time my 
friend came to the conclusion that we had gone far enough as we had a 
heavy strip of timber to pass through on the way back to camp, and he 
said he preferred to pass through it in daylight. So we sat down on a 
log to watch for a deer and to rest a little. 

We had been there but a few minutes when we heard a noise that 
seemed to come from a canyon to the south of us. My friend heard the 
noise about the same time I did and started to talk about camp, and 
right there I decided that he was no hunter and should have been at 
home, but I did not voice my thoughts, thinking that I might be able to 
get him to stay there till I could investigate the noise. I went a little 
way down the side of the canyon, and there behind a fallen log, about 
three hundred yards from me, was a big black bear scratching the 
bark off the log. I learned afterwards that he was looking for ants. 
After loosening the bark from one end of the log to the other he pulled 
it off, and such a noise as it did make. The next thing I heard was 
my friend yelling at me and declaring that he was going to camp. I 
hurried to the top of the hill again, but he was tearing up the turf on 
the way back to camp just as fast as he could go, so I followed. It was 


near dark so we started to do the night's work. I got supper and he 
took care of the horses. I cooked some spuds, fried some bacon and 
made some coffee and then we fell to. My friend made the remark 
that we had done a very foolish thing in bringing bacon along, and 
made me acquainted with the fact that bears liked bacon, and was for 
throwing it all away. I told him that I liked bacon also and therefore 
we would keep it. 

While washing the dishes, I heard a noise and imagine my surprise 
on turning around to see my friend fixing a brace against the door. On 
asking him what he was doing, he said that he was not taking any 
chances on having any bears come in while we were asleep, and it was 
then I realized that he was for safety first every time. We then held 
another meeting behind not only closed doors but barred doors. We 
argued the bear problem for a while and then decided to go to bed. 

Some time during the night I was awakened by my friend and 
acquainted with the fact that there was a noise outside and which he 
declared was an animal. I lay there listening for a while and directly 
I heard one of the horses snicker and knowing what that meant I got 
up and went out to the place where the horses were tied and found one 
loose. I tied it up, after which I went back to bed. I forgot to put 
the prop against the door, but my friend didn't, and before it takes 
time to tell he was out of bed fixing it. Then he came back to bed 
and we went to sleep. 

At three in the morning I awoke and knowing that the early bird 
catches the worm I awakened my partner and suggested getting up. 
He wanted to know what I wanted to get up so early for, and very 
clearly stated the fact that he did not like the idea, but I told him I 
was going and if he did not want to go he could do as he liked. He 
liked the idea less of staying alone, so started to get up. While getting 
breakfast we took up the safety first problem again. Having changed 
my mind about the bear proposition, I decided to go for deer, as I was 
bound to have some kind of meat. 

By 4 o'clock we were ready to start, and though he grumbled and 
said I was crazy to start so early, I noticed that he didn't lag behind 
all the way to the Meadow. It was daylight by the time we got there, 
so we climbed a hill directly north of us, where we found all kinds of 
bear, deer and elk tracks. Very soon my friend asked me how much 
further I was figuring on going, and said that we must not get out of 
sight of the Meadow or we would get lost and not get back to camp. 
I told him to stay where he was and I would go and see if I could see 
anything, and if not I would be back shortly. 

To get to the top of the hill I had to pass through a patch of brush, 
and on coming out on the other side, what should I see but a big bull 
elk. It was about fifty yards from me, so I raised my gun with all the 
dignity an old hunter could muster and let him have it in the shoulder. 
I was carrying a 40-55 Old Reliable Sharp, single shot rifle. The elk 
made a jump and fell, but instantly regained his feet and ran directly 
towards my friend, crackling down through the brush, breaking the 
little trees and making a noise like a freight train. Almost immediately 
I heard my friend yelling at me with all his might, and my first thought 
was that the elk had charged him. But my fears were short-lived when 
I saw him coming on the dead run completely out of breath. As soon 
as he could talk he said to me, "What in the dickens was that thing? 
It came darn near running over me." I asked him why he didn't shoot 
it, but he said he forgot he had a gun, he was so scared. 

I ran out in a clearing and saw my elk over on a ridge about a 
quarter of a mile from me. It was staggering from side to side, and 


I expected to see it fall, but it finally went out of sight, over on the 
other side of the ridge and that was the last I saw of Mr. Elk. My 
friend and I hiked over to the spot where I had last seen him, but he 
had gone down in a canyon. I started down after him, and right there 
my friend had a bad case of stage fright and swore he was going home 
and if I wasn't figuring on walking that I had better come along. I 
asked him to wait a few minutes until I ran down to the bottom to see 
if I could find my elk, but my minutes were a little long, and when I 
could not find the elk I thought I would get my friend to help me and 
so climbed to the top of the hill again to where I had left him, and lo! 
and behold! he was gone. I was interested in the elk, so went back 
down in the canyon alone and looked around for about an hour, then 
when I still could not find him I became the least bit anxious about 
the remark my friend had made about going home and so I started back 
to camp just as fast as I could go. 

As I came in sight of camp my friend was all hitched up, had the 
things all packed and was only waiting to see if I were coming or not. 
I tried to reason with him, but he was obdurate and so as the outfit 
belonged to him and we were 75 miles from home, the walking did not 
look very good to me, and therefore I climbed in the wagon, as there 
seemed nothing else to do, but leaving behind one of the biggest elk I 
had ever seen. I decided that as soon as I got home I would get my 
uncle and come right back and see if I could find it, for the horns. 

I did this, and when we got back we met a trapper who had found 
him the next day after I had shot him, and who had taken the horns. 
This was my first experience in hunting in Oregon and I was greatly 
disappointed in not finding my elk the day I shot him. If I could have 
been sure of finding him, and had I had a man with me with any grit 
we would have had that buck, but as it was I did not even get the 
horns. Although I rather blamed my friend at first, I afterwards 
learned that it was his first trip also, so one can see that he could not 
be blamed so very much. 



From American Field. 

The Multnomah Anglers' Club went on record at its last meeting 
as being in favor of cutting the one day's limit on trout from seventy- 
five to thirty-five. Notwithstanding the fact that more trout are being 
planted every season, lovers of trout fishing see that the sport is grad- 
ually declining, owing to the fact of the limit being so large and to the 
numerous power plants erected which kill the fish. The two power 
plants on the Clackamas River, one at River Mill and the other at 
Cazadero, slaughter many trout. Power plants also cause the rivers to 
raise and lower very suddenly because at different times of the day 
they use more water. Many small trout are left stranded on the banks, 
where they die. Through the club's president, Dr. Earl C. McFarland, 
steps will be taken to have the matter brought up at the next meeting 
of the Oregon Sportsmen's League, to be held in Portland in December. 
Should this powerful organization view the subject in the same light, 
there should be no trouble in introducing and passing a bill which will 
prevent the depletion of the trout in the future. — Highlander. 


By Warden I. B. Hazeltine. 

A. V. Lansing, President of the Halfway Rod and Gun Club, of 
Baker County, paid a visit to W. L. Keizur, President of the Union 
Rod and Gun Club of Prairie City, in Grant County, last July. These 
gentlemen are both blacksmiths, good fellows and all 'round sports- 
men in all that the term implies. On arriving at Prairie City, Mr. 
Lansing bought some gas for his car, he offered to pay for it and was 
told his money was "bogus," on endeavoring to make other purchases 
he was unable to make his money pay the bill; he was becoming 
highly incensed and about convinced that the people there considered 
him some sort of lunatic, when he discovered that his visit had been 
anticipated by his friend Keizur and a few of the dealers "fixed." 
This was Mr. Lansing's first visit to Grant County and he promises to 
make another visit at some future date. He says the game is plen- 
tiful and that the "bunch" at Prairie City is hard to beat. 

W. L. Patterson, Jas. H. Nichols and "Doc" H. J. Horton, of 
Baker, Ore., still contend that Van Patten Lake, situated 25 miles 
northwest of town, is the only place in Oregon. They visit it often, 
and while the big ones generally break the tackle, they substantiate 
their stories in the main by bringing the evidence back with them. 
Patterson brought in a rainbow this season measuring 22 inches. 
There are "some" trout, boys, in Baker County. 

John K. Fisher, of Haines, in Baker County, still makes frequent 
visits to North Powder lakes. If you want a guide in there all you 
have to do is to go to the Fisher ranch and say: "Can you show me 
the way to North Powder lakes, Mr. Fisher?" It is said that it makes 
no difference whether or not John is busy at the time, he will answer, 
"Just wait until I put the horses in the barn and the pack saddle on." 

E. B. Cochrane, the popular druggist of Haines, in Baker County, 
takes frequent vacations during the angling season. "Doc" says 
that some of the boys complain that they can't get the right kind of 
bait since January 1st, 1916. 


By Warden George Tonkin. 

Thus far we. have had a much better season for the deer than 
for the hunters. From sign on the range at present and from the 
number of deer seen early in the summer, it is thought that they 
are more numerous than usual. However, the dry weather and 
scarcity of grouse and native pheasants have discouraged many people 
and this season's hunting trips fall far short of the usual number 
that are taken. It is safe to say that not more than twenty deer 
have been killed in this county up to October 1. As soon as the 


fall rains improve the hunting in the hills there will no doubt be more 
deer killed. 

The late snows and cold rains in the hills during May and June 
killed many of the young grouse and native pheasants and a very 
large proportion of the birds shot this fall are old ones. As these old 
birds are much harder to get than the young ones, and as they have 
been hunted much less than usual, it is hoped that the usual number 
will survive the open season. 

Doves have been very plentiful, but comparatively few hunters 
shoot them. Some refrain from killing them for sentimental reasons, 
and they seem to be too small to look like game to many other 

Some very good duck shooting is anticipated with the opening 
of the season October 1. In the irrigated districts of the west end 
of the county they are quite numerous. On one ranch they ate so 
much alfalfa around some small seepage ponds that the rancher 
asked that the Fish and Game Commission pay for the loss. Upon 
investigation it was found that the rental of these little ponds to 
duck hunters netted the rancher about $200 each year. He was given 
permission to scare the ducks away by shooting. The Fish and Game 
Commission could not see any advantage to be obtained, from a busi- 
ness standpoint, by driving away a $200 crop of ducks to save possibly 
$20 worth of alfalfa. However, the land and ponds belonged to the 
rancher and there were several other places where the ducks might 

Some fine catches of trout are being made now. There has been 
an exceptionally good flow of water due to the heavy snowfall in 
the mountains last winter and fewer fish than usual have perished 
in dried-up streams. 

Our protected game is making a good increase. There are many 
young elk. The unusual number of fine large elk horns that were 
found by sheepherders this past summer speak well for the number 
of elk and the size of many of these animals. 

The increase in Hungarian partridges is of great interest to both 
rancher and sportsman, as this bird, at the present rate of increase, 
bids fair to take first place in a few years among our upland game 

China pheasants and quail have made the usual increase and it is 
thought that we will be given a short open season for the former 
in another year. 


The Sportsman introduces a new advertising department with this 
issue. Hereafter any one desiring to advertise anything in the sporting 
line for sale, trade or exchange, can do so at the rate-of three cents per 
word for the first insertion, and two cents per word for each subse- 
quent insertion. Payment must be sent with copy for advertisement. 
This department is added to accommodate sportsmen and dealers who 
desire to advertise the fact that they have something for sale, trade 
or exchange. Try an advertisement in the January issue and be con- 
vinced that the Sportsman is an excellent medium through which to let 
the public know what you want. 



By Warden J. M. Thomas. 

Not many deer have been killed in Coos County since the season 
opened. Evidently the hard winter had its bad effect here on all 
■kinds of game as well as in other parts of the state. During the winter 
the deer became very poor. I have had reports from parties who 
found many carcasses of deer, which are supposed to have died during 
the hard winter as there were no indications to show that any part 
of the dead animals had been taken. Also, on account of the hard 
winter the deer were later in moving, consequently parties of hunters 
going out early in the open season were disappointed. Those killing 
deer at all only secured small ones. The horns of the large deer that 
were killed were still soft from the 15th to the 28th of August. 

Hunting parties going out after the above dates were more suc- 
cessful, as the large deer were more easily found. John D. Tower 
got his limit of three large bucks in three days near Eagle Bluff on 
Rock Creek. He was the first person reporting as having killed the 
limit of large deer. The next was Claud Mosler and his son, Lisle, 
of Bridge. They got three each and all were very large. The deer 
were killed near Long Prairie on Eden Ridge. They reported plenty 
more deer in that locality. 

The number of deer killed to date, September 14th, in Coos 
County, is estimated by those in position to know something about 
it as being 121. No doubt this is a small estimate and will be greatly 
increased before October 31st, as the good hunting has just begun 
and many sportsmen are planning to try their luck. 

The elk in Coos County are holding their own, but are not 
increasing very fast. The band on Doe Camp Burn on Eden Ridge 
has only two calves this year. That band last year consisted of five 
cows and three bulls. They range from the Doe Camp Burn to the 
Sand Rock country on the Coquille River, but they must soon change 
their feeding ground as the Smith-Powers Logging Company is build- 
ing a railroad from Powers which will soon extend through that section, 
and then the elk must move on. The indications are that within a 
few years the few elk we have in this country must hunt other 
localities, for all the timber where they roam will soon be logged off 
and then where will they go? 


By Warden Orrin Thompson. 

It seems to be the opinion of most hunters that deer are not so 
plentiful this year as heretofore. It is the general belief that the 
severe weather of last wintr killed a good many. From my own 
observations, I believe many small deer were lost from the effects of 
the hard winter. They seemed to be very poor and weak last spring 
and fell an easy prey to cougar, coyotes and other animals. I 
believe the poor condition of the does had a material effect also 
on this year's increase. 

Up to this time not so many have been killed this year as last, 
but the best part of the open season is yet to come, and they are not 
so scarce as many people believe. The country is becoming more 
brushy every year and there is more cover for them. The bucks take 
advantage of this cover and it requires more head and teamwork on 
the part of the hunters to kill them. I find many places where deer 
are quite plentiful and a hunter could get his limit. 



By Warden S. B. Tycer. 

A few items from this part of the country might be of interest to 
the readers of the "Oregon Sportsman." 

As the trout fishing season is over, I will say that we have had 
one of the poorest seasons known here for years. I have talked to 
different men who spent the Summer at Cascadia Mineral Springs 
on the South Santiam River, and they told me that they didn't think 
there had been over a thousand trout caught in that stream during 
the season. The Callapooia River gave us the same results. 

Deer hunting is very near a thing of the past in this vicinity. 
I know of no deer so far being brought in from the South Santiam 
or the Callapooia neighborhoods. 

We have a good crop of Chinese pheasants in this territory, but I 
don't believe they compare with those of last season as to number. 

Our famous bear hunter, Dr. E'. W. Howard, and his faithful old 
dog, went into the Coast Range and succeeded in killing a very large 
buck and a monstrous bear. I am afraid, however, Dr. Howard will 
have to give the belt to S. L. Overton and his two sons. They were 
out looking after cattle in the foothills between Brownsville and 
Coburg on the tenth of September when they discovered three bear 
in the pasture with the cattle. They "put in" after them on horse- 
back and their shepherd dog managed to put all three up one tree. 
Two of the men stayed with the bear while the other rode three miles 
after a gun. While he was gone the other two tried to lasso the 
bear but they were so full of fight the boys gave it up as a bad idea. 
By this time the third party had arrived with the gun and each man 
killed a bear. 

William Elmore, of this city, just returned from a hunting trip 
in Southern Oregon, near Ashland, with a couple of very fine bucks. 
Mr. Elmore thinks Southern Oregon a very fine place for hunting, as 
these were the first deer he had ever killed. He claims to have seen 
several big bucks, but wasn't marksman enough to get them. 


By Warden C. C. Bryan. 

While in conversation with Mr. Trover Bailey, of Alsea, I was 
given an interesting account of a female deer that he had raised 
from a fawn. He said that studying the habits of this deer enabled 
him to be more successful in hunting. He found in the light of the 
moon she would leave home to feed late in the evening and return 
in the morning. When the moon became dark she remained at home 
during the night, feeding in the day time. This proves the theory of 
the old-time hunters that deer feed during the light nights and lie 
in their bed during the day. The most interesting part of this nar- 
rative was his statement that he used this deer successfully in the 
mountains. She would follow him, and on several occasions, had 
been the means of his locating the deer by scenting them and leading 
him to them. After killing a deer she did not seem to mind the blood 
as one would suppose, but would return home with him. 

Another subject that has been debated for years by hunters, is 
whether deer would become frightened by the odor of a pipe? Mr. 


Bailey states that this deer could leave him at any time and return at 
will through the brush, not following his trail, evidently by the odor 
of his pipe. Unfortunately, this deer, while in a playful mood, en- 
deavoring to leap a picket fence, became impaled on a picket and 
was dead when found. 

The Benton County championship for the greatest number of 
trout caught in one day lies between M. H. Bauer, President of the 
Rod and Gun Club, and Frank Scott, of the Corvallis postoffice force. 
Mr. Bauer, on a trip to Pall Creek, reports a basket ranging from 8 
to 20 inches, the catch of one day. Mr. Scott, while on his vacation, 
made a trip to Five Rivers. Frank lays claim to 45 trout before 
dinner, but when questioned in regard to his afternoon catch said 
he was afraid to make a count for fear that he had exceeded the limit. 


By Warden G. E. Leach. 

They are going to ask the Fish and Game Commission to liberate 
a part of the fry from the Gold Creek hatchery in Wilson River this 
coming season. 

A few days ago Alvan Wells killed two large cougars near the 
Trask River road. 

Fly fishing is over for this season with very poor catches. Mor- 
ris Schnal carried off the blue ribbon for the biggest cutthroat trout 
caught during the season. It measured 21 inches in length and 
weighed 3 pounds. 

About September first I saw on Tillamook Bay the Sprigtail 
and Mallard ducks, a few of each, which according to the Indian 
belief, is a sign of early winter. 

In crossing the tide lands I saw many jack snipe, something 
very uncommon at this time of the year. 

Deer hunters were not very successful on account of the dense 
underbrush and the extra growth of vegetation due to the heavy rains 
during the spring and summer. Deer are increasing very rapidly in 
Tillamook County. 

The boys are having a great deal of sport killing black bear 
in berry patches along the Netarts Beach. Mr. Bonnie, of Blaine, 
had dug two rows of his potatoes when upon looking around he saw 
bruin at the farther end eating them. Bear in this locality seem to 
be very plentiful. 

This is a story told me, though as to its truth I cannot say; for 
that ask Webb Maddux, of Tillamook, for he surely knows. It is 
said that he, like the Chinaman, was in the woods one day (a very 
unusual think for Webb), and while resting on a log a bear came 
poking along sniffing the tracks Webb had just made. Looking 
round he stopped just long enough to say: "You likee track? I make 
plenty for you." And he did. 

The commercial fishermen are having a very good season so 
far. The run of Chinook has been very good, nothing large, but a 
steady run, especially on the west side of the bay, but the Wilson 
River fishermen are dissatisfied with the catches made there. They 
believe the Chinook salmon is running out, due to the fact that there 
has been no salmon fry liberated in Wilson River. 




By Warden Wm. Brown. 

Pursuant to your request for an article to be published in the 
"Oregon Sportsman" as to my experience as deputy game warden for 
Columbia County, I take pleasure in relating some of them during 
the summer months. 

On one of my interesting trips around my usual route I found 
a man by the name of Victor Venger, who had been lost in the woods 
for three days in the vicinity of Pittsburg, where he said he had seen 
plenty of deer, but it was so far from where he lived that all he could 
bring out was the horns of a five point buck and the two hind quarters 
and the rest of the deer was all that he had to live on. 

D. W. Richardson, of St. Helens, killed two deer in one day. That 
was the best "catch" known, which was five miles back of Deer 
Island. Jack Watters got a two-pointer that weighed 150 pounds on 
Tide Creek. From what the hunters tell me Columbia County hunt- 
ing has been pretty good after such a severe winter. While on 
the same trip I met Fred Floter. He had the biggest number of wild 
cat that had ever been caught in such a short time, the number being 
eleven in one week. If this keeps up there won't be many left at the 
rate he is killing them, which will be a good thing for the rabbits and 

About the 28th of August I met a man by the name of James 
Shaw, who was working for Columbia County on the road, and he 
told me of a deer that had been run in where they had been crushing 
rock in the vicinity of Trinehome, but not a man had a gun. The 
deer was a nice buck. The best deer hunting that I have heard of 
is around Veronia. A party of four men headed by a man by the 
name of R. W. Duncan, got five deer in three days on the North Fork 
of Rock Creek. 

W. R. Lock, of Clatskanie, who is one of the oldest trappers, told 
me that a cougar will destroy 150 deer a year and all that he will 
eat out of the deer is two meals and then leaves the rest, and that 
the wild cats eat what the cougar will not touch when it becomes bad. 

In regard to fishing, the best fish were caught in the Fish Hawk 
and on Rock Creek. The reason for the fishing not being so good in 
the Nehalem was that the road builders threw so much rock and made 
so much noise that they wouldn't go up. The road being finished 
now and the state having planted so many trout, we expect big fish- 
ing next year. 


By Warden C. W. Loughrey. 

The residents of Clatsop County are either law abiding, or take 
an interest in the preservation of game, as very few violations have 
been reported. Frequent trips over every section of the county show 
this to be the fact. 

George B. Small, of Baker City, where there is no game, so 
George says, picked up a little fawn while touring Seaside and gave 
it a ride in his auto, finally turning it loose. Some one told him it 
was a rabbit, and George didn't know the difference. 


Bert Godfrey and H. L. May killed a fine two-point buck and 
crippled another very large one, which they lost. 

Geo. Sholm, of Portland, killed a fine large buck at Grand Rapids. 

Henry Baumgartner, of Olney, killed a two-point buck in the 
pasture with the cows. This shows the deer have not been frightened 
either by chasing with dogs or molested during the close season. 

There are several campers on the Nehalem below Elsie and also 
on the north fork of the Nehalem at Hamlet. They have not had 
any luck so far, but are going to remain several days. 

Some of the campers claim that Geo. Small scared all the game 
away when he was here. George runs a law grist mill at Baker and 
he didn't come to Seaside for game, that is, the kind you hunt, but 
larger game, the kind that votes. Since George joined the prohi's 
and the state went dry, he has to depend upon his friends for Demo- 
cratic eye water. He often follows a Republican with a suit case half 
a day. Baker City people claim George was born in Portland and 
Portland people claim he was born in Baker. Neither city seems to 
want to be responsible for his being put on earth. 

Til D. Taylor, of Pendleton, who ran a successful Round-up in 
that city, attended the Regatta at Astoria and visited Seaside. Til is 
some sportsman but when Dan Moore told him that he had killed a 
fine buck and would have venison for dinner, Til said the Clatsop 
venison tastes like a bucking bronco in Pendleton. 


By Warden W. O. Hadley. 

The Deschutes River, I think, is the best trout stream in Oregon. 
I will go further in my claims for this wonderful stream and its trib- 
utaries, and say 'that if it is not already, it soon will be the best trout 
stream in the United States. This will be accomplished by continu- 
ing the good work the State Fish and Game Commission is doing in 
restocking and introducing new species of trout. This stream has a 
steady flow of good cold water and only varies a few feet from extreme 
high to low water. 

There is some very important work that should be done on this 
river in building fish ladders where needed. I have such a place in 
my district at Shearer's Falls, and within the next few weeks I 
expect to have a good fish way around these falls. I have already 
raised about $130 to start this work. This money was donated by 
the good sportsmen of Tygh, Wapinitia, Maupin and The Dalles, and 
I am expecting the help of other districts which will benefit by this 

This fishway will open up the Deschutes River to migratory fish 
to Steelhead Falls, a distance of 80 miles above Shearer's Falls, and 
will, in that distance, open up the spawning grounds of tributary 
streams which will total 600 miles. 

Very few hunters in this district went out after big game this 
season. Wm. Marsh and John O. Beldin, of Mosier, got a buck and 
a bear near Cascade Locks; John Nickolson and Wm. Lasier each 
killed a nice buck in the upper Hood River Valley, and Ted Wilson, 
of Maupin, killed two bears in the Clear Lake country. 



By A. Whisnant, Bend, Oregon. 

It was late in the afternoon on that perfect August day over at 
Bend, Oregon, that paradise of sportsmen, the little city which alone 
has contributed to the fund of the Oregon Fish and Game Commission 
this year $1,200 in fishing licenses, when I found that the four suc- 
ceeding days were without purpose in life. The business I had come 
on was at status quo. There was little to hold a roving spirit at 
Bend when just a few miles away great large trout lay lurking in 
deep pools only waiting the fly to emerge with a rush and do battle. 
The call was in my blood. Where should it be? Lake Odell, high 
in the fastness of the Cascades was offering inducements. Near it 
Lake Crescent rumored big catches. Lake Pauline's big ones were 
the talk of the town. All day long automobiles, dust laden, and 
packed with camping outfits had been passing through the city. South 
bound parties bound for Crater Lake. North bound "coming from 
Crater Lake." Crater Lake! That mystic name began to weave its 
subtle influence through my nerves and into my blood until all I 
thought was "Crater Lake." 

About noon the following day I met Clyde McKay, the game 
warden, on the street and I said, "Clyde, how can I get to Crater 
Lake?" The general opinion is in Central Oregon that Clyde made 
the mountains over there — if he did not make them it was certainly 
he that finished them off by supplying the trout that people their 
splashing streams. His reply was characteristic — "Telephone your 
wife to come over from Portland on the evening train and we will 
make a party with Mrs. McKay and the kiddies and go to the lake 
in the morning." Kiddies! I had two. "Can mine go, too?" "Sure 
thing!" Clyde does not believe in race suicide and he does not con- 
sider the necessaries troubles. "Bring them along." The long dis- 
tance to Portland. "Hello! Grace, come over to Bend on the evening 
train with the kiddies and we will go to Crater Lake in the morning." 
Just like that. Try it on your wife some time and see how it affects 
them. You will not find any long argument about things to wear or 
not to wear. They will be there. They were. 

The drive from Bend to Crater Lake is all the tourist could 
wish. Leaving early in the morning with the car piled high with 
wives, kidds and eatables we set out for the lake. For the first few 
miles the roads were not as good as the Columbia Highway, but every 


bit as attractive in another way. They lead through the pine forests 
for which the Deschutes country is famous. There are 20 billion 
feet of this pine tributary to Bend and most of it presents a park 
like appearance that is not found in any other section of the west. The 
pine forest is found all the way to Crater Lake. The road does not 
run through it the entire distance, but creeps in and out of it, as if 
loath to leave its sheltering shade. 

It is not the intention of this sketch to tell of the details of the 
trip. Suffice it to say that we drove leisurely as a proper respect for 
wives and children should demand. After laying up two hours for 
lunch we turned off the main road up Sand Creek. For the next 20 
miles the road is one constant rise. This road leads past the famous 
Pinnacles, one of Oregon's greatest scenic wonders, and a most 
impressive and inspiring sight. Thousands of these sharp pointed 
rocks line the canyon — the product of some quiet but persistent 
erosion. We drove direct to the crater's rim. Looking down into 
its blue waters we all felt the presence of Omnipotent power, felt by 
the Indians of old who attributed to it the abode of the Great Spirit. 
None can look upon Crater Lake and be unmoved. It does not have 
the appealing charm of human qualities found in Odell Lake, which 
we visited later, neither has it laughter or smiles. It represents 
majesty alone. It is not appealing — it is forbidding — and yet compell- 
ing. You thought the painter in oils or the painter in words had over- 
drawn the blueness of the water — and the first glance makes you 
condemn them as artists. The waters are blue; blue, I tell you, just 
blue — washerwoman's blue of Monday morning, the blue of the clear- 
est spring sky, the blue of the maiden's eye that is blue to the lover's 
adoring look, just blue. 

We looked from many angles. High above us towered Eagle 
Point. Shall we climb it? Leaving the rest of the party at the hotel 
we started out as though we intended to trot up to the fountains on 
Mount Tabor back of the home in Portland. But we did not trot. 
The 7,000-foot altitude is not inducive to trotting. In a few moments 
my heart was beating a tatoo that threatened my ribs with destruc- 
tion and the lungs sounded like a Ford in the last stages of despair — 
if a Ford ever gets there. We made Eagle Point, however, and were 
well repaid for the trip. At its crest we met a party of six, three 
young men and three young ladies who had just returned from a trip 
entirely around the rim, which had taken three days to make. They 
looked full of pep and were larking along merrily. When asked if it 
was worth the time and work the chorus was "It sure was, but never 
again, never again." At some point the alleged trail around tie rim 
rises to over 8,000 feet altitude. 

The moon was full and we saw the lake at moonlight when all 
its forbidding majesty is veiled in a soft veil of white. It is enchant- 
ing then. One desires to go closer but the cold night air drives 
watchers indoors where a roaring fire is the center of as cosmopolitan 
a group of people as ever gathered under one roof, and that roof on 
the roof of the world. Railroad president, lumber magnate, cattleman, 
rancher, merchant, traveler, banker, clerk, laborer, they are all there 
under one roof. 

Beds are good and inviting. The high altitude makes one drowsy. 
In a very few moments the roaring fireplace has become a mass of 
embers and the last night hawk, the fellow who never goes to bed as 
long as there is any left to sit up with, knocks the ashes from his 
pipe, yawns, and goes upstairs. Without, Crater Lake smiles a little 
at the pigmies who have dared to climb to her brink to look upon a 


blue water that they do not understand, at a creation of a force 
which even the mind of man cannot control, and that force properly 
directed is the greatest of all forces. If the lake has a soul, and it 
would seem as though she had, it must be amused at these children 
of men who come from afar to see her — and to try and understand 
her. Crater Lake, the inexplicable. 

We did not know if she had a soul or not. We did know that she 
had fish. And that was enough. The boss had never hooked a 
trout. She had declared that she would take her first trout from 
Crater Lake and she did. Long years of married life has taught me 
that when the boss wants to do a thing, and I am to be the goat 
to do it, that the easiest thing to do, is to do it, and argue the finer 
points later. So when she woke me at 4:30 in the morning and told 
me that she was consumed with two insatiable desires — First, to see 
Crater Lake at sunrise and second to catch her first fish from its 
blue depths, well, however cold and chilly the atmosphere may have 
felt when I slipped into my B. V. D.'s, however full of unexpected 
oratory I may have felt regarding the occasion, I did the proper 
thing — got dressed and started down the trail to the water edge. 

If one were asleep when he started he soon woke up. The path 
leads down the side of the precipice in hair-raising descents, twists and 
turns. Over the snow beds, down ladders, hanging onto ropes, splash- 
ing through water, crossing springs — it is certainly no place to grow 
somnambulant. We made the descent in 21 minutes, which we were 
afterwards told was good time. From the waters' edge we were 
repaid for the trip — but that is superfluous — for from whatever angle, 
whatever point, however hard the climb, Crater Lake is always new 
and worth while. There is no monotony to Crater Lake. 

We found several good boats at the landing. Choosing a safe look- 
ing one we pushed off toward Wizard Island. The blue became inten- 
sified. We had expected it would fade on close approach. The hand 
immersed in the water looked as though it would be dyed that inex- 
pressible blue. The water is clear as crystal when held up to the light. 
But we are fishing. I almost forgot that there were two spoons troll- 
ing behind the boat, one hand line and one on a light Bristol. The 
Boss attended to both while I played the galley slave — and looked at 
the blue — can't help it, it is the bluest thing you can even imagine. We 
had agreed to troll for an hour. The moments passed quickly. 1,500 
feet above us we could see the hotel with all the inmates sound asleep. 
Of all the world we two were the only human beings on Crater Lake. 
It was an hour of silence. And then there was that everlasting, eternal 

I looked at my watch. It was ten minutes of the hour. "Just row 
down to that point and back and we will go up to the hotel. I know 
there is a fish there." I did as told. Five minutes passed. Not a 
strike. Four minutes only remained as I turned the prow of the skiff 
from Phantom Rock and headed for the landing. Three minutes. Four 
lazy gulls, coming from God knows where, floated on the water near 
by. The sun was just rising over the Eastern rim bathing the walls 
in flames of living copper fire. The blue became — and just then he 
struck! From where I sat I saw two feet of magnificent rainbow 
break four feet into the air. The splash sounded like a rock dropping 
from Eagle Point, 1,800 feet above our heads. The yell that delicately 
nurtured, refined helpmate of mine let loose would put to shame a 
squaw on the Quinault reservation under the influence of the cup that 

"What shall I do? What shall I do? Tell .me quick!" "Pull him, 
darn you, pull him; don't you know anything? He'll get away in a 


minute! Pull!" Ordinarily I assume a respectful tone when address- 
ing the boss. I am well trained. Usually I come at call and eat out 
of her hand. But she did not hear me. She was pulling that fish in 
hand over hand as fast as a sailor would haul in the lead line when 
shoal water threatened, and often soundings alone would save the ship 
from striking. "Not so fast, you'll lose him! Ease up there! Don't 
you know anything?" But she did not hear. On came that fish right 
up to the edge of the boat. "Give him line!" I was frantic and my 
voice reverberated over that expanse of blue water. "Give him line!" 
At last I was heard and she allowed him to have three feet of line — the 
first she had vouchsafed since he had struck — and as he sank into the, 
well I don't care, it is blue, as he sank into the deep blue water she 
thought he was gone! And with the thought came a heave on that 
line that gave me heart failure on the spot. Two feet of glittering 
rainbow flashed into the air, described a semi-circle above her head 
and splashed into the water on the other side. A weakness seized me. 
He was not gone! "Let me land him." "You go to the devil! This is 
my fish!" Up to the boat he came on the other side — bumped his head 
against the side — nerve numbing bumps to one who knows a little of 
the art of Isaac Walton, and out he came again, this time, by one of 
those strange acts of Providence which makes men sorry they were 
ever profane, or testy, or sarcastic, or many other undesirable things, 
right into the bottom of the boat. She was on him like a hawk. Hold- 
ing him up she said, "Tell me I can't catch a fish!" It was the full hour 
and we were only fifty feet from where we had started. 

Then came the climb. Me carry that fish? Well, rather not. She 
would carry it herself. And she did, right to the hotel where they were 
just sitting down to breakfast. The men gathered around and ad- 
mired, both the fish and the fisher, and the galley slave just stood 
back and was glad that he had minded first and waited until after 
to argue the point about the advisability of getting up while it was yet 
dark to catch a fish in Crater Lake. It is, was, and ever shall be worth 

About ten o'clock we left Crater Lake. One leaves it suddenly. 
There are no backward glances at it fading in the distance. You 
drop away from the rim and it is gone, nothing left but a memory of 
an enchanting blue, which grows stronger and stronger as time passes, 
like some memory of youth which the fleeting years only seem to 
intensify. Crater Lake is a memory, the fish — the largest taken up 
to that time this year — is a memory, and after all the real things of 
life are only memories, pleasant memories of times spent in the 
open with a friend and an open fire, these are the memories that 
endure. These are the memories that are worth while. 

If I have not already done so I wish to say in closing that the lake 
is perfectly blue, when looked at from any angle. It has been stated 
so several times by observing writers but none of them have seemed 
to catch the real color. It is blue. Really blue. Not purple. B-L-U-E ! 
Get me! Blue! 

This is the season of the year when the mental notes taken by the 
sportsmen during the open season would look well in the columns of 
the Oregon Sportsman. Not many sportsmen find time during the 
open season to sit down and write an account of their experience or 
success with rod and gun, but now that the hunting and angling sea- 
son is practically over we hope that the sportsmen will have a little 
leisure and will tell the readers of the Sportsman of their experience 
in the field, on the stream, on the duck slough, or your trip after large 



Prosecutions for July, August and September, 1916 
by the Game and Fish Departments. 

BAKER COUNTY — Geo. Jackson, arrested for angling without 
license, fined $25, paid; Amos Roethler, arrested for polluting the 
waters of the State of Oregon, fined $25 and 30 days in jail, sentence 
suspended; Joho Neeley, arrested for killing and having Chinese 
pheasant in possession, fined $100 and 30 days in jail, sentence sus- 
pended; H. J. Cummings, arrested for polluting the waters of the State 
of Oregon, fined $25, sentence suspended; John Doe (sheep herder), 
arrested for polluting the waters of the State of Oregon, fined $25, 
sentence suspended; Harry Beeber, arrested for polluting the waters 
of the State of Oregon, fined $25, sentence suspended; William H. 
Evans, arrested for hunting within the limits of the city of Baker, 
fined $25, sentence suspended. 

BENTON COUNTY— Curtis Martin, arrested for killing deer in 
closed season, acquitted; Ray Starr, arrested for killing deer in closed 
season, acquitted; Ivan Rickard, arrested for having deer in possession 
during closed season, fined $25, paid. 

CLACKAMAS COUNTY— Fred Wahlgren, arrested for having trout 
under six inchts in length in possession, fined $25, paid; D. C. Harding, 
arrested for having trout under six inches in length in possession, fined 
$25, $5 paid, defendant given until September 2, 1916, to pay balance; 
B. A. Legg, arrested for having trout less than six inches in length 
in possession, fined $25, paid. 

CLATSOP COUNTY— Jolmas Erickson, arrested for lying in wait 
for ducks before sunrise, acquitted; Matthew Jurick, arrested for lying 
in wait for ducks before sunrise, fined $25, sentence suspended; Tony 
E. Jurick, arrested for lying in wait for ducks before sunrise, fined 
$25, paid. 

COOS COUNTY — Ferdinand Bravine, arrested for killing grouse 
during closed season, fined $40, $20 paid, imprisoned two days, balance 
of fine suspended; Elmer Brack, arrested for shooting at deer being run 
with dogs, fined $50, sentence suspended; Chas. Murphy, arrested for 
killing deer during closed season, acquitted. 

CURRY COUNTY — J. L. Black, arrested for wanton waste of game, 
fined $25, paid; Floyd Phillips, arrested for wanton waste of game, 
fined $25, paid; Burr Black, arrested for wanton waste of game, fined 
$25, paid; Sam Yendallsen, arrested for angling without license, fined 
$25, sentence suspended; J. G. Hill, arrested for having deer meat in 
possession in closed season, fined $25, paid. 

DOUGLAS COUNTY — F. W. Young, arrested for having deer meat 
in possession unlawfully, fined $30, imprisoned; W. L. Moore, arrested 
for shipping dried venison unlawfully to John L. Green at Portland, 
Ore., fined $25, paid. 

GRANT COUNTY — E. A. Roads, arrested for killing sage hens in 
closed season, fined $25, paid; G. E. Mills, arrested for killing sage 
hens in closed season, fined $25, paid; B. S. Duncan, arrested for 


having sage hens in possession in closed season, fined $25, paid; P. K. 
Knack, arrested for killing ducks without license, fined $25, paid; L. E. 
Campbell, arrested for hunting without license and mutilating carcass 
of deer, fined $50, $25 paid, payment of balance suspended; E. L. 
Stratton, arrested for killing female deer and sage hens in closed sea- 
son, fined $50, $25 paid, payment of balance suspended. 

HARNEY COUNTY — J. W. Roberts, arrested for hunting without 
license, fined $25, paid; W. N. Woods, arrested for having in posses- 
sion wild geese in closed season, fined $25, paid; Ira L. Sleeper, 
arrested for killing geese in closed season, fined $25, paid. 

JACKSON COUNTY — Frank Frefreu, arrested for hunting without 
license, fined $25, paid; J. C. Aiken, arrested for killing female deer, 
fined $25, paid; M. S. Biden, arrested for killing female deer, fined $25, 

MALHEUR COUNTY— S. S. Williams, arrested for fishing without 
license, fined $25, paid. 

MARION COUNTY— F. A. Leeper, arrested for fishing without 
license, fined $25, paid; R. H. Walm, arrested for having Chinese 
pheasants in possession in closed season, fined $25, paid; R. W. Niles, 
arrested for having Chinese pheasants in possession in closed season, 
fined $25, paid. 

UMATILLA COUNTY— Dr. C. B. Proebstel, arrested for having 
trout under six inches in length in possession, fined $25, paid; George 
Schroder, arrested for angling without license, fined $25, paid; G. C. 
Schroder, arrested for having trout less than six inches in length in 
possession, fined $25, paid; B. Scholl, arrested for having trout less 
than six inches in length in possession, fined $25, paid; Chas. Sanders, 
arrested for hunting without license, acquitted; F. G. Runkle, arrested 
for having trout less than six inches in length in possession, acquitted. 

UNION COUNTY — Guy Davis, arrested for killing grouse in closed 
season, fined $25, paid; C. N. Palmer, arrested for killing grouse in 
closed season, fined $25, paid. 

WASCO COUNTY — John Dappern, arrested for having trout under 
six inches in length in possession, fined $25, sentence suspended; 
Fred Chrisman, arrested for having trout less than six inches in length 
in possession, fined $25, sentence suspended; Chas. Fridley, arrested 
for having trout less than six inches in length in possession, fined $25, 
sentence suspended. 

YAMHILL COUNTY— Chas. L. Williams, arrested for killing song 
birds, fined $25, paid. 

CROOK COUNTY— S. A. McDowell, arrested for killing sage hens 
in closed season, fined $2, paid. 

WASHINGTON COUNTY— Martin Jensen, arrested for killing Chi- 
nese pheasant during closed season, fined $25, paid; Clare Day, ar- 
rested for angling without license, fined $25, paid. 

MULTNOMAH COUNTY— Geo. Lockwood, arrested for killing non- 
game bird, case continued; Fred Armbuster, arrested for having trout 
less than six inches in length in possession, fined $25, sentence sus- 
pended; John M. Edwards, arrested for hunting deer with dog, fined 
$25, paid; Tuck Chong & Co., arrested for offering game fish for sale, 
fined $25, paid; John Thompson, arrested for selling game fish, fined 
$25, sentence suspended. 



CLATSOP COUNTY— Molli Mekisich, arrested for catching and 
shipping crabs out of Clatsop County during closed season, fined $50, 
fine remitted; W. Nyland, trolling within the three-mile limit during 
closed season for fishing in the Columbia River, fined $50, sentence 
suspended; R. E. Voeth, arrested for having under-sized sturgeon in 
possession, fined $200; paid; Pete Kroger, arrested for shipping crabs 
out of Clatsop County during closed season, fined $50, paid; Aldvik 
Forsdeman, arrested for trolling within the three-mile limit during 
closed season for fishing in the Columbia River, fined $50, paid; Will 
Anderson, Herbert Anderson and C. Carlson were arrested for trolling 
within the three-mile limit during closed season in the Columbia 
River, cases dismissed; E. Jumisko, arrested for not allowing suffi- 
cient passageway between shore and lead of trap, case dismissed; 
Olaf Nelson, arrested for operating trap during closed season, fined 
$75, paid; C. S. Pulliam, arrested for fishing with gill-net during closed 
season, fined $50, unpaid. 

CURRY COUNTY— W. C. Yost, arrested for fishing outside of 
Rogue River, acquitted; Jacob Johns, arrested for fishing with seine 
during closed season, case dismissed; Bert Ferren, arrested for fish- 
ing net without license, fined $50, $25 thereof remitted. 

LINCOLN COUNTY— L. O. Wood, arrested for dealing in salmon 
without license, fined $25, sentence suspended; Warden Cox, arrested 
for selling under-sized crabs, fined $50, sentence suspended. 

MULTNOMAH COUNTY— Geo. Plancich, arrested for selling trout, 
fined $25, sentence suspended. 

TILLAMOOK COUNTY— Mrs. Benjamin S. Via, H. B. Spencer, 
Jeff Fleck and Wm. T. Raleigh were arrested for operating set-nets 
more than one-third across the Nestucca River, in each case defend- 
ant was fined $50, sentences suspended; Alva Williams, arrested for 
operating set-net above dead line, fined $50, unpaid; Harley Foland, 
arrested for operating set-net above dead line, fined $50, unpaid. 

WASCO COUNTY — Gus Hansen, arrested for selling fish without 
license, fined $50; defendant committed to jail. 


The State Game Department has received so many inquiries regard- 
ing the hour of sunrise and sunset that it has prepared a table show- 
ing the exact time the sun rises and sets during the months of 
November, December and up to and including January 15, 1917. Be- 
ginning November 1 the only open season for shooting will be on 
migratory birds, such as ducks, geese, etc. The shooting of these birds 
is controlled by the Federal Migratory Bird Act. It is unlawful to 
begin shooting before sunrise and one must cease shooting at sunset. 
Cut out the table which appears below and paste it on the back of your 
hunting license. It may save you trouble. 













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By Deputy Warden Ben S. Patton. 

While the cold, wet spring and summer has done a great deal to 
spoil the sport of the angler, it has not been entirely without its 
advantages. On trips I have made along the streams of the mountains 
and foothills this summer I have seen many more small fish ranging 
around two inches in length than I have ever seen before in any 
one season. About the only explanation for this is that the constant 
high water during the spring and early summer kept the spawning 
beds covered till the fish were hatched. The high water also put 
more feed in the streams and gave better protection to small fish 
from birds, snakes and fish-eating animals. 

During the winter of 1914-15 there was a very light snowfall in 
the mountains, together with weather conditions, which allowed the 
streams to become very low early in the spring, that left many of the 
spawning beds high and dry along the streams before the fish were 
hatched, or before they were large enough to get out of the rocks and 
pools and follow up the water as it went down, with the consequent 
loss of a great many fish. It may be poor consolation for the disap- 


pointed fishermen of the present season, but from present indications, 
next year will see the best trout fishing we have had for a number of 
years, although the present season has been very good since the 
weather and water has warmed up. 

Another thing that causes a raising and lowering of the water along 
some of the streams of this part of the state to the detriment of the fish 
is the hydro-electric power plants. These power plants have large 
concrete dams that are practically water tight, and during the low 
water period in summer about all of the water of the stream goes 
through the water wheels, with little or none running over the dams. 
Most of these power plants have about three large water wheels, and 
when two are stopped suddenly at one time the water below drops with 
a suddenness that is disastrous to small fish, that are always found 
along the edge of the streams in shallow places among the rocks where 
they have little chance of escape. For that reason fish should never 
be liberated below dams in the spring or during the low water period 
in summer. When the flow of water is up to normal, however, with 
plenty running over the dams, the effect of the water wheels is not 
so noticeable. 

The 10-inch trout law for winter fishing is not popular through 
this locality. Most of the angling is for trout, and it allows small 
trout streams to be fished in which the greater number of fish run 
from 10 inches down rather than up, which causes many injured 
fish around 8 or 9 inches to be thrown back when anglers try to comply 
with the law. That materially detracts. from the pleasure of the sport, 
as well as producing a feeling of dissatisfaction with the law on that 
point. Many sportsmen think the law poorly advised and detrimental 
to the best interests of the angling streams. 

A liberal number of trout fry are being put into the streams 
of this territory again this year — both Rainbow and Eastern Brook. 
The Eastern Brook especially are a fine lot of fish about three inches 
in length, and they are being put into different conditions of water, 
so another year ought to show where they will do the best. 

There does not seem to be as many China pheasants this year as 
last, but as many deer as usual; also, up to date several bears have 
been killed through this county. 


By One of the Party. 

Our party consisted of Dwight Misner, his wife and daughter Beu- 
lah, Mr. Chas. Vick and wife and daughter Bertha, W. C. Winslow and 
wife, all of Salem, Ore., and Earl C. Simmons, of Eugene, Ore. 

We left Salem about 5 o'clock on the morning of August 12, with 
two automobiles and a trailer. One of the novel features of the expe- 
dition was the trailer, which Mr. Misner designed and built, and which 
he towed behind his car. In this trailer was packed our full outfit, 
and we were fully equipped to take care of anything from a canary 
bird to an elephant, or from a minnow to a whale, as our expectations 
as to fishing soared high before we started. Not only were we equipped 
with a complete camping outfit, together with all necessary hunting 
and fishing paraphernalia, but we took with us in addition to the mem- 
bers of the party already named another most important member of 
that party. This was the "donk." The "donk" was crated and placed 
in the trailer, and had one of the liveliest joy rides she ever experi- 


enced, as twenty-five miles an hour over rough roads caused the trailer 
to heave considerably. Mr. Misner drove one car with the trailer, 
carrying himself and wife, Mr. and Mrs. Vick and Mr. Simmons. The 
other car, driven by Mr. Winslow, followed, enjoying the comment and 
hilarity of the numerous crowds, who gathered as we passed through 
villages and towns to see the trailer and the "donk." Those who rode 
in the second car claim that some of the performances which they wit- 
nessed were better than any show that was ever staged. Old men and 
women would stand and stare with their mouths open, children would 
yell and cry, and others would enjoy a most hearty laugh; and, while 
the taking of the donkey was considered by many a joke, it proved to 
be one of the most satisfactory arrangements ever planned. 

We did not go the Pacific Highway from Salem, but went through 
Independence, Corvallis, Monroe, Junction City and from then on fol- 
lowed the Pacific Highway to Roseburg, and from Roseburg we drove 
our cars to Peel, where we left them at the residence of our packer. 
We arrived at Peel about 7 o'clock on the evening of August 12. On 
the following morning, with six pack horses, the "donk" and eight 
riding horses, we hit for our happy hunting grounds, which we found 
twenty-eight miles to the northeast, on the North Fork of the Umpqua, 
on the following day. Our journey through the mountains on our 
pack train was delightful from every standpoint. We traversed a large 
portion of the forest reserve, and the scenery and the water and the 
timber was simply grand. At one point three large bucks came out on 
a point and reviewed our entire company. We also reviewed them, but 
as it was the day before the season opened, we held our peace and 
did not fire, although we all confessed that the temptation was strong. 

Our camp was a model one, each family being housed by itself. 
We had everything convenient, and as soon as established Captain 
Simmons, who bravely led the pack train through the wilds of the 
forest, undertook the capture of some large trout in the Umpqua, but 
our dream of fishing soon faded. The Captain's catch did not exceed 
the limit. He got four small ones, within the law, however. They 
didn't even make the frying pan smell, and after several other attempts 
by other members of the party to capture some of the mountain beau- 
ties, which proved less successful, we devoted our time exclusively 
to hunting, and the only fish caught after that was by the girls, 
who did better than any of the men. Our failure to catch fish we are 
unable to explain, as several members of the party claim to be experts 
with the rod. We got camp meat the first day the season opened, 
but for. a few days thereafter did not have very much luck. We got 
some fair shooting, but the party had not yet got their range — either 
that, or some of them had the buck fever; but after we had been estab- 
lished a few days, we had a heavy rain, and from then on things 
happened. In all, we got nine nice ones, two of which were as large 
as I ever saw in the Cascades. One evening one of our party jumped 
four big ones, and in five minutes got seventeen shots and had two 
down, with another wounded one, which, however, we never found, 
although we traced it for a long way by the blood. The next evening 
another one of the party killed the largest deer which has been seen 
in that part of the country for years, near the same place where the 
others were killed the night before. 

It is against the law to hunt with dogs. Our party feels that it 
ought to be against the law to hunt without a dog. In all, we are 
practically certain that we killed five deer which we never got, because 
we did not have a dog to follow them. These five are not included in 
the nine mentioned above. The hunting, on the whole, was hard work. 
The country was rough, and the deer not very thick, but if we would 


work hard enough we could get them, and they were unusually large 
and in fine condition, only one or two small deer being killed. 

Another enjoyable feature of the trip was our experience with 
bears. There are more bears in the country than deer, and two mem- 
bers of the crowd got shots at some big brown ones, both of which were 
effective, but we did not find the bear — again because of our lack of a 
dog. At one place we found what we named the bears' bath tub. It 
was a small pool on the side of the mountain, a long way from any 
other water, just about the shape and size of a bath tub. It was worn 
smooth on all sides, and was continually used by the bears for their 
wallowing, and for a hundred yards distance, on all sides, the ground, 
logs, trees and brush were plastered with mud which had dripped from 
the bears as they had come out of the pool and had struck in different 
directions to their resorts. 

We cured our meat on a rack under a tent, setting the tent up 
off of the ground about a foot and a half, so as to give ventilation under 
the flaps and through the top. Our friends tell us that our "jerky" 
was the "best ever," and we agree that the system of curing is first- 
class. After a two weeks' stay, part of our crowd came out, and the 
remaining part moved camp about nine miles and remained for four 
or five days. We all swear that we are going again, and this time 
truly loaded for bear. 

The trip was made without an accident, except some of the ladies 
contend that the yellowjackets' nests in the trail, which were numer- 
ous, were worse tnan accidents, and we are all willing to admit that 
we would be just as satisfied if they were not. It seems that the man 
who was riding the last broncho usually received a lively reception 
while passing through them. The trail was good, and outside of this 
one menace, which is serious in some places where the trail is narrow, 
our trip was exceptionally enjoyable through its entirety. 


By Joe Skelton. 

Since it has been unlawful to kill antelope in the State of Oregon 
at any season of the year, these animals have increased until now I 
think it can be safely said that Oregon has at least 10,000 within its 

This is the conclusion C. M. Ramsby and myself arrived at after 
making a tour of the antelope country, under the direction of State 
Fish and Game Commissioner C. P. Stone, in order to ascertain their 
approximate numbers and the location of their range. 

On Tuesday, August 1, E. A. Cress, Mr. Stone's law partner, Dep- 
uty Game Warden C. M. Ramsby and myself left Klamath Falls for 
Lakeview, where we talked with several people who were able to 
give us considerable information regarding the antelope range. 

E. E. Woodcock and A. Leonard, of Lakeview, who are well ac- 
quainted with the desert country of eastern Lake County, suggested 
that we go to the Phil Barry ranch in Guano Valley. Zim Baldwin, 
of the Lakeview garage, who is well acquainted with game conditions 
of that county, said that we would see antelope, but that they were 
not in bunches at this time of the year, and therefore we would not 
see as many as we would later in the fall, when they ran in bunches. 
When asked for an estimate of the numbers, Mr. Baldwin said that 
he would bet anything he had that he could take us into the antelope 



country and in less than a week show and count us at least 10,000 
and never see the same bunch twice. But he said that a person unfa- 
miliar with the country would probably not see as many. 

The next day we left for Mr. Barry's ranch in Guano Valley, which 
lies in the southeastern part of Lake County, about six miles west of 
the Lake County-Harney County line and about five miles north of the 
Oregon- in evada boundary. 

The Antelope, a Rapidly Decreasing Game Animal. 

Here we met Mr. Phil Barry, who raises sheep and has been in 
that part of the country for thirteen years. The Barry ranch is in 
rather an isolated part of the desert, where travelers are few and far 
between, and in all my knocking around I don't believe I ever met a 
more hospitable person. Although we had our own grub with us in 
the car, he would not permit us to cook it — we must eat with him. 
When asked if there were many antelope in the country, he said he 
had read the government reports on the approximate numbers of these 
animals in the United States, and he thought there were more antelope 
right there in a 40 or 50-mile circle than the government reports gave 
the whole United States credit for having. 


"I've seen bunches of them coming in the fall that at a distance 
I have taken for a bunch of sheep," said Mr. Barry. 

"About how many antelope do you think there are in the country?" 
I asked him. 

"Well, it's pretty hard to estimate the exact number, but if you 
turned a bunch of 10,000 sheep loose and scattered them you never 
would find them again." 

"Then you think there are at least 10,000 antelope in Lake and 
Harney Counties?" I asked him. 

"Yes," he answered, "I think 10,000 would be a very conservative 

"They are scattered at this time of the year, but in the fall, when 
they collect in bunches, 1 think I could show and count 10,000 for you 
very easily. Antelope are bigger fools when it comes to following a 
leader than sheep are; if the leader of the bunch passes a certain place 
the others will follow and it is almost impossible to turn them, and," 
he continued, "I can get just as near an antelope with the slowest 
horse on the place as I can when riding the swiftest; they seem to 
know just about how far to keep ahead of a man on a horse. 

"I never have time to bother with them, and while I guess there 
are a few killed in violation of the law, I don't think the number is very 

I have no reason in the world to doubt Mr. Barry's statements, 
and judging from the tameness of the sage hens about his place, I 
don't think he hunts a great deal. Mr. Biarry had no reason for exag- 
gerating the numbers of antelope in his estimate, and I think his word 
can be relied upon, and a man living in the country as long as he has 
certainly oaght to know. 

The next morning he gave us saddle horses, which, by the way, 
he wouldn't charge a cent for, and we rode to a water hole about five 
miles from his place. He was busy haying and was unable to accom- 
pany us, but we found the hole all right and, leaving our horses tied 
to some juniper trees, we watched the hole. In the short time we were 
there we saw 10 or 12 antelope come in for water, and there is no 
telling just how many more we might have counted had we stayed 

They are very inquisitive creatures; one old buck in particular 
followed us at a distance for quite a way. 

And sage hens — I had heard of places where you could kill them 
with rocks, but never saw them thick enough until this trip. The 
desert is full of them; they feed with Mr. Barry's chickens and were 
thick around the car, where we threw out a few scraps of bread. 
When we were ready to go Mr. Ramsby was throwing some stuff out 
of the car, among which was a dry, hard loaf of bread. He tossed it 
over his shoulder and actually hit a large sage hen with it. The bird 
squawked and dodged into the sage brush. Although we didn't try it, 
I am confident a man could kill them with rocks or a long club. When 
shot at they would just run or fly 15 or 20 feet. We noticed more 
large birds in the bunches we saw out there than we saw nearer Lake- 
view. Mr. Barry said this was because there were fewer birds killed 
and the birds had a better chance to get larger and older. All sage 
hen hunters when they flush a bunch of the birds pick the smallest 
ones, because they are younger and better eating than the old ones. 

All the sportsmen of Lakeview have the same ideas as to the 
numbers of antelope in Lake County and they think it is unfair to 
them that the season is closed in Oregon, while just across the state 


line in Nevada, a few miles away, there is an open season. They say 
the antelope are raised and fattened in Oregon, and then because large 
numbers of them go to Nevada for their winter range, the hunters of 
that state get to kill them. They feel that the animals belong to 
Oregon and that Oregon hunters should be permitted to get them 
without getting a non-resident hunting license and going to Nevada 
to do it. 

The numbers of antelope in that country vary in different years, I 
presume, according, to the amount of feed and water. 

While passing around the south and west side of Warner Lake, 
we saw large numbers of young mallard ducks, these birds evidently 
being very plentiful there. 

Going back to Lakeview and north through Paisley and around 
by Summer Lake, we were informed by the Houston brothers, who 
have a ranch there, that ducks and geese were very plentiful in that 
section of the country, too. While passing Silver Lake we saw large 
flocks of honker geese standing on the mud flats, and although we 
passed within a hundred yards of them and honked the horn on the 
car, they just craned their necks and watched us. 

From here we continued on through the town of Silver Lake, down 
Williamson River to Chiloquin and back to Klamath Falls, having 
completed what we considered a very successful trip. 

Although I have killed antelope on the prairies of Canada, I 
never saw antelope in Oregon until this trip, and I and the other 
members of the party are satisfied that these animals are plentiful 
and that there are at least 10,000 of them in this state. And maybe 
the sportsmen of Lake County are right in thinking the game laws 
of this state unfair, when they are prohibited from killing at least 
one buck antelope a year when the hunters in Nevada can kill Ore- 
gon-raised, Oregon-fattened antelope after they cross the line into 
that state. 


By Warden F. W. Triska. 

The antelope is rapidly becoming an extinct animal. Doubtless 
in a few more years there will be scarcely any left. These animals 
cannot stand civilization, and even with the best of protection by the 
game laws they will decrease. There are, rough estimate, about 1200 
antelope left yet in Harney County, while a few years ago thousands 
roamed the sage-covered plains. The few antelope that are left stay 
close to Baitey's Butte, in the southern end of Catlow Valley, near 
the Nevada line, while a few are scattered over the Steins Mountain 
game refuge. 

An interesting experiment was made a few years ago by Dr. L. E. 
Hibbard, of Burns. He captured several pairs of young antelope, 
most of them being about ten days old. These he fed with a bottle 
until old enough to wean. He then turned them loose on rocky hill- 
sides, and saw that they were provided with their natural food. As 
near as possible they were in their native surroundings, but with all 
of this care none of them lived over three years, while most of them 


died at the age of two, thus proving that they cannot stand confine- 
ment. They soon become very gentle and affectionate, and if it were 
not for their untimely death would make a very desirable pet. Unlike 
the deer, they do not become cross. They never kick, nor do the 
bucks ever try to use their horns. It was very common to see these 
antelope of Dr. Hibbard's follow him around town, for after a few 
weeks of confinement they seem to lose all desire to go back to the 
hills. A striking incident of the devotion of the antelope for its mate 
is told by the doctor. One of the does took sick, and he kept her in 
an enclosure away from her mate. As long as he saw her he seemed 
to be all right, but a day after she died he noticed that she was gone, 
and from that day on he never ate another bite. He wandered over 
the town, seemingly trying to find his lost mate, and finally, when all 
hope was gone, he came home to the hillside, and one morning was 
found dead. No reason can be given for his death except that he 
died of a broken heart. 

It is a sad fact, but nevertheless true, that as man comes, the 
antelope must go. 




By Warden James Stewart. Moro, Oregon. 

As a great many people have an idea that fish and game propa- 
gation and protection is a fad for the benefit of the few and cannot 
be considered as a business proposition, I have been constrained to 
write this article, quoting in part from an article which appeared 
in the Saturday Evening Post of November 13 last, and from figures 
compiled by the American Game Protective and Propagation Society 
of New York for the year 1913, being the latest available, in view 
of the conflicting dates of the 'fiscal' years in the different states. 
From this we see that it is estimated by the authorities of one New 
England state (Maine) that the revenue from sportsmen for that 
state in 1913 amounted to twenty-one million dollars. This included 
money spent by sportsmen for transportation, hotel bills, guns, ammu- 
nition, licenses and guides. In another Eastern state it was estimated 
at twelve million dollars for the same items for that year. These 
figures are so large as to be hardly credible, but they were compiled 
with great care and at considerable expense by the association men- 
tioned, after correspondence with the proper authorities of the dif- 
ferent states. 

Any just balance sheet of sport ought to take into consideration 
the practical or commercial value of the game and fish of the coun- 
try for food purposes. The statistics. compiled show that one or two 
states have gone into this matter intelligently. Oregon may be quoted 
as follows: "What does the game of this state amount to purely from 
the food standpoint? Approximately nine thousand deer were killed 
in Oregon during the last year. This meat is worth about 16 cents a 
pound. There were approximately one hundred and fiftv thousand 
ducks and about forty-five thousand Chinese pheasants killed during 
the past season. Prom a food standpoint a mallard or a pheasant 
is worth about 75 cents. A pound of trout or other game fish is 
worth 12 cents from the meat standpoint. When we consider the 


approximate weight of the game fish — not including salmon and other 
commercial fish — that are caught by the people of this state each year, 
and in addition to the above, when we consider the numbers of grouse, 
quail, geese, shore birds and also the number of fur-bearing animals 
taken, we shall find that a low estimate of these resources is $900,000 
a year in the pockets of our people." 

Pennsylvania says: "The money value of game killed in Penn- 
sylvania in 1914, averaged at 18 cents a pound, and counting 5,259,000 
pounds, was $946,000, nearly a million dollars. The expense to the 
Game Commission was about $40,000; indeed, in 1913 it was but $19,- 
000.53." This article further states: "Our association's careful statis- 
tics show that last year (1913) the entire United States spent but 
$71,916.38 in raising game. 

"It is a trifle sad that the men at the head of the State Game 
Commissions are so much left to cry alone in the wilderness. Their 
little annual reports are like the Washington department bulletins — ■ 
they do not reach the audience they ought to reach. For instance, 
here is something from Idaho: 

"But few people realize the amount of money spent with our mer- 
chants hy those who hunt and fish. We have accurate information 
that the amount of money paid for goods sold by Boise merchants in 
1914— guns, ammunition, fishing tackle, traps, hunting clothing and 
supplies for hunting parties — was $100,000, and the total in the state 
will amount to at least $1,000,000. In addition to this, the money spent 
for hiring horses, pack animals, automobiles, railroad fares, hotel bills 
and guides by hunters and fishermen amounts to at least three million 
dollars a year. Every city and hamlet in the state benefits by this 
business. Thus the better fishing and hunting we have, the more 
we shall attract the tourist and the better business we shall have." 

Fish and game propagation and protection is a business proposi- 
tion. That time the Idaho Game Commission said something. The 
only hope of game protection, the only hope of outdoor sportsmanship 
in America, hangs right on the last words of the foregoing proposi- 
tion — "Fish and game propagation and protection is a business prop- 
osition." When we handle it as such we* shall have no trouble in 
solving all the attendant problems. In view of the foregoing figures, 
which are reliable, it will be seen that the Fish and Game Commis- 
sions of our different states are engaged in a great work for the con- 
servation and development of our natural resources and are surely 
entitled to the co-operation and support of all good citizens. Instead 
of this, I am sorry to say that our last Legislature has seen fit to 
reduce their receipts by giving all the fines for violations of the fish 
and game laws, as well as 5 per cent of the receipts from sale of 
hunting and fishing licenses, to the counties in which they are col- 
lected. This leaves the Fish and Game Commission with but 95 per 
cent of the receipts from hunting and fishing licenses to carry on its 

We hope, however, to see this matter remedied at the next ses- 
sion, as the more money the Commission gets, the better service it 
can give both in stocking up the state with fish and game birds and 
in warden service for their protection. 



The Oregon Stite Hatchery for Experiments in Fish Culture at 
Reed College, Portland, Oregon. 


By Harry Beal Torrey, Reed College. 

It may not be generally known to the readers of the "Oregon 
Sportsman" that one of the first fish hatcheries in the United States 
to be devoted exclusively by any state to the scientific investigation 
of the many problems connected with the propagation of food and game 
fishes, was established less than three years ago, in Portland, by the 
Oregon State Fish and Game Commission. 

In 1913, this Commission appropriated one thousand dollars to 
build and equip an experiment station that should co-operate with the 
state hatcheries, aiding them by attacking problems to which they 
were not able to give time and attention. A site, well supplied with 
excellent water and otherwise admirably suited to the purpose, was 
found in the ravine running through the grounds of Reed College. 
Here, by arrangement with the trustees, the station was erected and 
the Professor of Biology of the college undertook the direction of its 
work. On January 1, 1914, ninety thousand Chinook salmon eggs 
arrived from Bonneville, and the first series of experiments was 
begun. Some of the results of these experiments have already ap- 
peared in the "Oregon Sportsman" for September, 1914, under the 
title: "Feeding Fingerling Salmon"; and in the Transactions of the 
American Fisheries Society for March, 1915, under the title "Notes 
on the Rearing of Salmon." Later results are now being prepared for 
publication. I shall not consider them here, however, since this brief 
paper is especially concerned with a description of the station itself. 

The general appearance and setting of the station may be obtained 
from the accompanying photograph. The building is placed in the bed 
of a stream that runs through the ravine to the north of the gym- 
nasium. It faces to the south, and is approached by a raised board 
walk that crosses the stream. It is lighted on four sides by five 
groups of casement windows. It is thirty feet long by twenty feet 
wide and divided within by a partition into two rooms, each twenty 
by fifteen feet. 

Through the one outside door, that stands ajar in the photograph, 
one looks directly into the trough room, and on entering, is confronted 
with the view of the troughs shown in the second photograph. There 
are five troughs, running lengthwise of the room, two on one side 
of the central aisle and three on the other. They are standard fourteen 



inch troughs somewhat modified to adapt them to the special work of 
the station. Each trough is divided into five compartments by wooden 
partitions perforated by twenty-five one-inch holes. Each compart- 
ment has its own outlet at one end, protected by the usual perforated 
zinc plate and furnished with a hollow wooden plug through which the 
overflow drains into a thin 2.5 inch galvanized iron pipe that pierces 
the floor and empties into a waste gutter below. As can be seen in 
the photograph, each compartment has its own inlet also, at the 
opposite end in the shape of a brass faucet, which receives water 
through short branches of galvanized iron pipe from a supply pipe 
for each group of troughs. The amount of water received by each 
supply pipe is controlled by a check valve not visible in the photo- 
graph. The initial diameter of the pipe is two inches, but is dimin- 
ished for the last two compartments to one inch in order to equalize 
the flow from all outlets along its course. By plugging the holes 
through the partitions between compartments, the latter can be com- 
pletely isolated from each other. Thus twenty-five small troughs, each 
large enough to hold a salmon eggbasket may be obtained for experi- 
ments with small numbers of fish that are being raised under different 
conditions. Eggbaskets, zincs, and eggs have been supplied from 
Bonneville through the kindness of Master Fish Warden Clanton. 

The laboratory is reached through the trough room,, which it just 
equals in size. It is lighted on the north, west and south by long 
casement windows. Immediately under these windows runs a table 
shelf two feet three inches wide. Shelves for reagents, apparatus, 
glassware and specimens occupy two corners between windows, while 
a hood furnished with two gas outlets and a ventilating shaft, oc- 
cupies a third. The room is heated by two small gas stoves fitted 
with chimneys to carry away all products of combustion. Each room 
is provided with a sink. 

The i stream which supplies the hatchery with water arises in 
several springs some six hundred yards to the east. About one hun- 
dred yards from the building its waters are impounded by an earthen 
dam about fifteen feet high. From this point the larger part of 

Experiment Station — Interior Trough Room. 

the water is diverted to a ditch along the north side of the ravine. The 
floor of this ditch, where it passes the hatchery, is six feet above the 
level of the troughs which are supplied through a six-inch iron pipe 
with a screened intake and laid underground. The supply of water is 
ample the year round. 



r The temperature of the water at the point of delivery to the 
troughs varies with the season and the weather. In January, 1916, the 
thermometer registered from O degrees to 8 degrees C. for four days. 
In May it reached 16.5 degrees C„ the high mark for the year. Dur- 
ing the month of April, temperatures taken at nine o'clock in the morn- 

Experiment Station — Interior Laboratory. 

ing were, on April 2, 7.5 degrees C, on April 25, 12.5 degrees C. The 
extreme range of diurnal variation observed is 3.8 degrees C, with an 
average of 1.5 degrees C. 

An experiment station concerned with problems of fish culture 
would not be complete without rearing ponds. As yet these do not 
exist, though the need for them has been distinctly felt. There is 
excellent opportunity, however, for their construction in the stream 
bed under ideal natural conditions. 



By Warden E. C. Hills. 

For good fishing in Lane county we can certainly give the State 
Fish and Game Commission credit. The planting of fish each year has 
increased the supply greatly and they are larger than ever known be- 
fore. During the last three years there has been more large fish caught 
(from 2^ to 5*4 pounds) than I ever knew of and I have fished the 
streams of Lane county for 25 years. Another reason is that the stop- 
ping of the big log drives has been a benefit to the spawning fish of the 
Willamette and the McKenzie rivers — the two best Rainbow streams 
in the State of Oregon. 

Eugene is the headquarters for fishing parties from the outside. 
Leaving Eugene and traveling up the Willamette we first come to Hills 
Creek, with eight miles of trout fishing, then we come to Little Falls 
Creek, with 14 miles of fishing, and then we strike a logging dam which 
forms a lake of ten acres, teeming with Cutthroat trout from 10 to 24 
inches in length. Next comes Big Fall Creek, with 20 miles of good 
Rainbow fishing, and a little above we come to Lost Creek, with 15 
miles of fishing. Going on up the main river we have 40 miles of the 
best fishing until we come to the North Fork and go up the stream 30 
miles. We have seen 40 nice fish taken out of one hole in this fork of 


the Willamette. Returning to the main stream we continue up the 
river until Salmon Creek with 20 miles of fishing waters is reached, 
then comes Salt Creek, 18 miles long, then Kitson Creek, 9 miles, and 
we find ourselves 60 miles from Eugene. After reaching Kitson Creek 
we still have 20 miles of fishing, which is not excelled for trout from 8 
inches to two feet in length. 

Going back to our headquarters at Eugene, we start on our journey 
up the McKenzie River. This stream cannot be beat for a fishing 
stream for a distance of 80 miles. It is a beautiful stream, very swift, 
but adapted to boat fishing, although there are a few places where it is 
not safe for a skiff. The South Fork of this stream is noted for the 
Dolly Varden trout. It is also a wonderful stream. The McKenzie has 
been fished more than any of the other streams in the county on ac 
count of the good county road that parallels it. Many of the Rainbow 
caught weigh from Zy 2 to 4i£ pounds and some as high as 5% pounds. 
When a fisherman wades out into this stream to his waist and gets one 
of these big fellows on his hook he knows he has caught something be- 
fore he lands him. Usually three or four of them is all he cares to rus- 
tle with before meal time. 

Western Lane county is also well supplied with excellent fishing 
streams. Wild Cat, the Siuslaw, Lake Creek and others. I caught 17 
salmon trout in Lake Creek out of one hole and the weight of the fish 
was all that I cared to carry. This is a wonderful stream to fish in 
when the fish are running. West Lake is full of salmon trout and cut- 
throats; also Land Lake, which is three miles from the ocean— a beau- 
tiful body of water with 97 miles of shore line and heavy body of timber 
on the west and south. Wild ducks and geese also swarm in this lake. 


By Warden J. M. Thomas. 

A year or so ago, I was making my rounds in Coos County trying 
to learn the conditions of the different game districts, to get acquainted 
with the people and see how they felt toward the protection of game 
and the game laws. 

I stopped over night with an old man who had lived in that dis- 
trict for a long time. I told him my business and asked his opinion on 
a number of things. He said: "I am in favor of protecting insectivor- 
ous song birds and would like to see Chinese pheasants get a good start, 
but there is no use in protecting deer. It would be best to turn the peo- 
ple loose and let them kill the deer as fast as they can and get some 
benefit of them; at the present time the pesky panther gets them all." 
I asked him how he knew they got them all, and he replied, "Why, if 
four panthers will kill eighteen deer in twelve days, how many will 
they kill in a year? And if you don't believe me, go to Rowland Prai- 
rie and get Jack Warner to go with you and look for yourself." 

So I went to Mr. Warner's and asked him if he had any evidence as 
to this story. He said: "Well, I think I have enough to convince you 
of the number of panthers without going very far." So he took me into 
a shed where four panther pelts were tacked on the wall, two very 
large ones and two about half grown. (This was in March and the two 
small ones were probably born in May or June, making them almost a 
year old.) "Well," I said, "Here are the four scalps, where are the 
carcasses of the eighteen deer?" Do you see that greesewood point 
yonder? (pointing to a wooded point near a large prairie), they are all 


right there and on a spot of ground not to exceed four acres, and these 
pesky devils (pointing to the pelts on the wall) must be responsible as 
I caught all four of them within a quarter of a mile of that spot — two 
of them right on the point — and got them all in three hours' time." 

He told the following story: "Upon going to the Prairie to look 
for my cattle, I had to pass very near that point. I took my dogs with 
me (pointing to a large bluish white-faced dog he called 'Old Grit' and 
a white and black spotted bitch he called 'Foxey'.) As we got near, 
'Old Grit' scented something and was soon off. We followed and dis- 
covered that he had found a deer, buried beneath sticks and leaves, 
that had been killed perhaps only that night r as none of it had been 
eaten. In a few minutes the dog left this spot and began smelling 
around, and suddenly stopped again and began to dig. He found an- 
other deer that had just been killed and buried. He did not linger at 
this spot and was off again on a dead run up the hill. It was beginning 
to get interesting to me so I followed the dog. He was now barking 
very loudly and I hastened in his direction to find that he had that 
devil (pointing to the largest hide) treed in a big fir. Unfortunately, I 
did not have my gun, so I left the dogs in charge and hurried back to 
the house, a mile away. Upon my return, needless to say, I made 
peace with that fellow in a very short time. 

" 'Foxey' and I started back toward the deer to look around further 
and 'Old Grit' started in another direction. It was only a few minutes 
until his loud barking drew us to where he was, and, to my astonish- 
ment, if he didn't have one of those little fellows up another tree. I 
killed it and thought it surely was doing a land office business to have 
killed two panthers in one day. 

"We again went to the place where we had found the deer car- 
casses, 'Old Grit' came with us this time and the dogs became busy at 
once digging deer out from almost any place, it seemed. Some of them 
looked as if they had been killed several days, as they were partly 
eaten — others had hardly been touched. I followed the dogs as they 
would move from one carcass to another, and suddenly 'Old Grit' 
scented something and was off again in a minute, 'Foxey' after 
him. I was lead to them by their barking and found that they had treed 
the old mother cat up a hemlock. I was not long killing her and felt 
sure that we had now gotten the whole family of panthers. I felt fine; 
it was getting late and I did not want to spend the night in a bone yard 
so started home. We had not gone far when the dogs simultaneously 
scented something and were off again in the same direction. Shortly 
I heard them bark and knew they had something treed again, but it 
was now so dark I could not see to shoot. I debated whether to go 
home for a lantern and return, and decided that I might as well clean 
up a good day's business. Upon my return with the lantern, I found 
that the dogs had this other little fellow up a fir snag. I killed him 
and reached home in fairly good time at that." 

I asked, "I suppose you slept good that night with all your excite- 
ment?" "Slept good? Why every time I shut my eyes I could see big 
panthers, small panthers, old panthers, young panthers, over me, under 
me, why everything was panthers. The next morning we went back to 
the point and found the carcasses of eighteen deer. Apparently none of 
them had been killed over ten or twelve days, as they were hardly de- 
cayed, but we did not find any more panthers." 

So this is the reason the old gentleman wanted the people to have 
the deer, for certain enough at that rate of slaughter all the deer in 
this county would not last long. In the last five years, Mr. Warner, 
with these two dogs, has killed 78 wild cats, 24 panthers and 27 bears. 
These two dogs are the best in the state and Mr. Warner will put them 
up against anything in the state for money, marbles or moss agates. 



By T. E. Hammersly. 

On July 10th the writer, accompanied by his family and Mr. Joe 
Hammersly, left Portland on a trip by auto which took us through 
some of the most interesting parts of Oregon and California. 

The night of the first day out found us in Eugene, the next in Gold 
Hill, where we stayed four days, and then on we went to Ashland. 
Leaving Ashland, we soon crossed the state into California and visited 
Hornbrook and Shovel Creek, and then journeyed back into Oregon 
and visited Klamath Falls. Here we began to get "Fish Hungry," so off 
we went to the Klamath Indian Reservation, where we secured a per- 
mit from the Agent to fish in the lake and the streams on the reserva- 
tion. Remember, when you want to fish or hunt on the Reservation 
you must secure a permit to do so from the agent, otherwise the Indian 
police will put you off in a hurry. 

Now the fishing began. We camped at Chiliquin, below the Falls, 
where we caught fifteen small trout, but could not catch any of the 
large ones. An Indian fished right along with us, and I am ashamed to 
say it, caught all he could carry in two hours. He knew just where to 
catch them. He said he knew right where the fish were feeding. He 
evidently did and we didn't. Finally the Indian got to coaching me and 
was very nice, and I really believe he wanted me to catch some of the 
big ones, but they wouldn't bite my hook. 

From Klamath Falls we went to Lakeview, and from Lakeview to 
Silver Lake, where we caught some nice trout just below the town in 
Silver Creek. From there we went to Pringle Falls, a lovely place to 
camp and the fishing cannot be equalled. We caught three Dolly Var- 
dens and twenty "Redsiders," the Dollies being taken with a spoon and 
the Redsides with a fly. We would like to have stayed here a month, 
but was in a hurry to return home. 

Good fishing was reported at Crescent Lake, but it was off of our 
road and we did not get to go there. 



You have been following their tracks for hours. You follow them 
up the draws down which rush mad mountain streams. You follow 
them along dizzy ridges where barren rocks themselves speak of the 
heights to which you have ascended. You keep your gun in such a po- 
sition that you will be able to fire at a second's notice. Still, after 
hours of tramping, with your clothes wringing wet with perspiration, 
you have not seen even a doe. 

You start back to camp. The mountain ridges are fading from a 
purple to a deep grey in the hastening twilight. You start for the open 
country through which you may most easily get back to camp. You 
emerge from a thicket on the mountainside. There is a whir of red- 
dish brown, you know that you have seen a set of horns. Without 
knowing what you are doing you throw a shell into the barrel of your 
gun and fire at the fading animal, that clears brush and logs with an 
amazing celerity and inexpressible grace. 

You wonder if the cartridge will miss fire or the aim has been good 
for you have not had time to be sure of the aim. A sharp report re- 


sounds as you pull the trigger. There is a bawl and you know a second 
shot will not be necessary for you have broken his back. 

Have you ever felt that intense nervous exultation when you stand 
over your first deer? Have you ever returned to camp and tried to con- 
ceal an exultant pride beneath a too weak modesty? Then you have 
a thrill that is new to add to your experiences. 

Douglas county is one of those large spots in the state of Oregon 
that needs little introduction to the deer hunter. It is comprised of a 
series of mountain chains and intervening valleys, the ridges mainly 
timbered and the valleys containing plenty of pasture for the pack- 
horse. Its streams are famous. Its scenery is varied and beautiful, 
and its accessibility makes it an ideal spot for a Summer's vacation. 

If you are assured of congenial companions, of plenty of substan- 
tial "grub/' of at least one companion who has an intimate knowledge 
of the country and its peculiarities, your two weeks in Douglas county 
will return you to your daily tasks rejuvenated in mind, body and soul. 

With three of the best "sports" to be found anywhere, I spent two 
weeks in Douglas county during late August and early September. 
With saddle and packhorses we traveled over hundreds of miles of its 
well built trails, fishing and hunting when we pleased. 

A mental picture I will always carry of that part of Douglas county 
we traversed, but there will remain still more deeply impressed in my 
mind a little spot beneath a towering cliff. There is a soapbrush 
thicket to the left of the picture. Nearer the center, a log, protected 
from quick decay by a charcoal coating, lies half covered with vines. 
The blackened stump of the log occupies the center of the picture. 
There are several tufts of bunch grass. A four point buck, just losing 
his Summer coat and the velvet from his horns, can be seen disappear- 
ing behind the stump. There the picture ends for the buck fell beside 
the stump with a 30-30 bullet hole clean through him. 

And this is why I feel so good about that trip — for I shot that buck. 


The members of the Advisory Committee to the Department of 
Agriculture on the Migratory Bird Law, in view of the fact that new 
regulations setting forth closed seasons on migratory water fowl and 
birds have been made public, issued a statement as follows: 

To the People of the United States: 

The Advisory Committee appointed by the Secretary of Agricul- 
ture, Hon. D. F. Houston, to co-operate with the Bureau of Biolog- 
ical Survey in fixing the regulations for closed seasons on migratory 
birds, as authorized by the Federal Migratory Bird Law, desires to 
state to the people of the country that after the most exhaustive inves- 
tigation, and the most careful consideration of every point raised, the 
regulations as promulgated were unanimously recommended by the 
members of this Committee. We realize the utter impossibility of 
even attempting to satisfy all that desire to shoot migratory birds. 

In recommending the regulations we were controlled by the follow- 
ing considerations: 


First — A most earnest desire to save from certain depletion and 
threatened annihilation the valuable waterfowl, game and insectivor- 
ous birds which migrate across the United States twice each year. 

Second — To accord the hunters in the various states as nearly 
as possible an equal opportunity of taking migratory waterfowl and 
nomadic game birds. 

Third — To open the seasons during which these birds can be 
legally killed in those months when under normal weather and food 
conditions the largest number of migratory waterfowl and birds so- 
journ in any particular state. 

Fourth — To absolutely eliminate spring shooting, when migra- 
tory water fowl and birds on the northward migration are journeying 
towards their breeding grounds, thus impelled by the resistless force 
of nature, to mate, nest and reproduce their species. 

Fifth — To recognize unusual and extraordinary conditions existing 
in a few of the states, without effecting the equity or vested rights 
of the people of the whole country in the migratory wild life. 

Sixth — To submit reasonable, practical, fair and just regulations 
that should invite the support of all true conservationists. 

Seventh — To guarantee not only to the present generation a rea- 
sonable supply of migratory wild life, but to so protect it that it will 
multiply and be handed to future generations as their proper and 
rightful heritage. 

The imperative necessity for the enactment of the federal migra- 
tory bird law is palpable to every thoughtful and discerning mind. 

Migratory wild life does not even recognize national, to say noth- 
ing of state, lines. The variability of the statutes of the states pro- 
tecting these migrants, the lack of uniformity in these laws, the rapac- 
ity with which the nomadic birds are slaughtered by voracious anni- 
hilators of wild life in many of the states to the detriment of the peo- 
ple at large, compelled the conclusion of Congress that the exigencies 
of the situation demanded federal regulations that would, in reality, 
save the migratory waterfowl and birds from extermination. 

The people of no country have been so abundantly blessed with 
valuable natural resources as ours. 

The American people are notoriously a nation of wasters. Only 
by reason of the fact that their natural resources are fast disappear- 
ing have they been induced to extend even a modicum of conserva- 
tion to these fast-vanishing assets. 

Conservation does not mean the preventing the use of our nat- 
ural resources as a miser would hoard his gold, but means the wise 
and careful use of our national heritage, taking therefrom only a suf- 
ficient quantity to supply our needs, with the full realization that we 
are trustees for future generations. 

We are convinced that under the operation of this law shooting 
will improve each year. 

The need of the hour has heretofore appeared to be uppermost 
in the minds of the people. They have drawn recklessly on their nat- 
ural inheritance with scarcely a thought of the future. It is a notable 
fact that in our rapacity for slaughter many of the most valuable 
species of game and birds that formerly abounded in this country have 
been annihilated. 

The wild or passenger pigeon that formerly swarmed over Eastern 
North America in countless millions has become extinct. The Ameri- 


can bison, found on the great plains of the West, was slaughtered by 
hide-hunters to the point of extermination. The Great Auk, the Eski- 
mo curlew, the Labrador duck, the Carolina Parrakeet have been ex- 
terminated. There are many other valuable North American birds 
that are candidates for extinction, including the whooping crane, trum- 
peter swan, American flamingo, roseate spoonbill, scarlet ibis, long- 
billed curlew, upland plover, Hudsonian godwit, red-breasted sand- 
piper, golden plover, dowitcher, willet, pectoral sandpiper, black- 
capped petrel, American egret, snowy egret, wood duck, band-tailed 
pigeon, heath hen, sage grouse, white-tailed kite, prairie sharptail, 
pinnated grouse and woodcock. 

Future eventuations can only be judged by those that have gone 
before, hence the enactment and the enforcement of a comprehensive 
system of federal conservation of migratory wild life was made neces- 
sary if this valuable asset was to be retained among the resources of 
the United States. 

Aside from aesthetic consideration, birds and game constitute a 
valuable article of food. From a recreational standpoint, this resource 
is of the greatest value to our people. 

We feel that the failure of any American citizen to accord the 
federal migratory bird law his most active support is due either to 
lack of information or selfishness. 

We therefore urge and request all patriotic citizens to exert their 
influence to the utmost to the end that the incalculable benefits con- 
templated by this law, and most specifically accruing to the people 
under the regulations just promulgated, be given their moral support, 
that the enlightened conscience of the people may be quickened to a 
full observance and vigilant enforcement of this wise and progressive 
conservation measure. 

John B. Burnham, Chairman, New York. 

Hon. Edward G. Bradford, Jr., Delaware. 

Hon. F. W. Chambers, Utah. 

W. L. Finley, Oregon. 

Dr. E. H. Forbush, Massachusetts. 

Dr. George B. Grinnell, New York. 

Dr. William T. Hornaday, New York. 

Clark McAdams, Missouri. 

Marshal] McLean, New York. 

Clinton M. Odell, Minnesota. 

T. Gilbert Pearson, New York. 

Hon. Ernest Schaeffle, California. 

Hon. George Shiras, 3d Michigan. 

Hon. John H. Wallace, Jr., Alabama. 



Closed Season at Night. 

A daily closed season on all migratory game and insectivorous 
birds shall extend from sunset to sunrise. 

Closed Season on Insectivorous Birds. 
A closed season on migratory insectivorous birds shall continue 
throughout each year, except that the closed season on reedbirds or 
ricebirds in New Jersey, Pennsylvania, Delaware, Maryland, the Dis- 
trict of Columbia, Virginia, North Carolina and South Carolina shall 
commence November 1 and end August 31, next following, both dates 
inclusive; Provided, That nothing in this or any other of these regula- 
tions shall be construed to prevent the issue of permits for collecting 
birds for scientific purposes in accordance with the laws and regula- 
tions in force in the respective States and territories and the District 
of Columbia. 

Closed Seasons on Certain Game Birds. 

A closed season shall continue until September 1, 1918, on the 
following migratory game birds: Band-tailed pigeons, little brown, 
sandhill and whooping cranes, wood ducks, swans, curlew, willet, and 
all shore birds except the black-breasted and golden plover, Wilson 
or jacksnipe, woodcock, and the greater and lesser yellow-legs. 

A closed season shall also continue until September 1, 1918, on 
rails in California and Vermont and on woodcock in Illinois and 


The following zones for the protection of migratory game and 
insectivorous birds are hereby established: 

Zone No. 1 — The breeding zone comprising the States of Maine, 
New Hampshire, Vermont, Massachusetts, Rhode Island, Connecticut, 
New York, New Jersey, Pennsylvania, Ohio, Indiana, Illinois, Ken- 
tucky, West Virginia, Michigan, Wisconsin, Minnesota, Iowa, North 
Dakota, South Dakota, Nebraska, Kansas, Missouri, Colorado, Wy- 
oming, Montana, Idaho, Utah, Nevada, Oregon and Washington — 31 

Zone No. 2. — The wintering zone comprising the states of Dela- 
ware, Maryland, District of Columbia, Virginia, North Carolina, South 
Carolina, Georgia, Florida, Alabama, Mississippi, Tennessee, Arkansas, 
Louisiana, Texas, Oklahoma, New Mexico, Arizona and California — 17 
states, and the District of Columbia. 


For the purposes of regulations below each period of time therein 
prescribed as a closed season shall be construed to include the first 
and last day thereof. 

Closed Seasons in Zone No. 1. 
Waterfowl. — The closed season on waterfowl, including coots and 
gallinules, shall be between December 21 and September 6 next 
following, except as follows: 

Exceptions: In Maine, New Hampshire, Vermont, New York (ex- 
cept Long Island), Ohio, Michigan, Indiana, Kentucky and West Vir- 
ginia the closed season shall be between January 1 and September 15. 


In Massachusetts, Rhode Island, Connecticut, Long Island, New 
Jersey, Pennsylvania, Washington, Oregon, Utah and Nevada the 
closed season shall be between January 16 and September 30; and 

In Illinois, Iowa, Nebraska, Kansas and Missouri the closed sea- 
son shall be between March 11 and September 15 and between No- 
vember 16 and February 9. 

Rails. — The closed season on sora and other rails, excluding coots 
and gallinules, shall be between December 1 and August 31 next 
following, except as follows: 

Exceptions: In Vermont the closed season shall continue until 
the open season in 1918. 

Shore Birds. — The closed season on black-breasted and golden 
plover and greater and lesser yellowlegs shall be between December 
1 and August 15 next following, except as follows: 

Exception: In Utah the closed season shall continue until the 
open season in 1918. 

Jacksnipe. — The closed season on jacksnipe or Wilson snipe shall 
be between December 16 and September 15, next following. 

Woodcock. — The closed season on woodcock shall be between 
December 1 and September 30 next following, except as follows: 

Exceptions: In Illinois and Missouri the closed season shall 
continue until the open season in 1918. 

Closed Seasons in Zone No. 2. 

Waterfowl. — The closed season on waterfowl, including coots and 
gallinules, shall be between February 1 and October 14 next follow- 
ing, except as follows: 

Exceptions: In Alabama, Arkansas, District of Columbia, Del- 
aware, Florida, Georgia, Louisiana, Maryland, Mississippi, North Caro- 
lina, South Carolina, Tennessee, and Virginia the closed season shah 
be between February 1 and October 31, next following. 

Rails. — The closed season on sora and other rails, excluding coots 
and gallinules, shall be between December 1 and August 31 next fol- 
lowing, except as follows: i 

Exceptions: In Louisiana the closed season shall be between 
February 1 and October 31; and 

In California the closed season shall continue until the open sea- 
son in 1918. 

Shorebirds. — The closed season on black-breasted and golden 
plover and greater and lesser yellowlegs shall be between December 1 
and August 15, next following. 

Jacksnipe. — The closed season on jacksnipe or Wilson snipe shall 
be between February 1 and October 31, next following. 

Woodcock. — The closed season on woodcock shall be between 
January 1 and October 31, next following. 


Persons recommending changes in the regulations or desiring to 
submit evidence in person or by attorneys as to the necessity for such 
changes should make application to the Secretary of Agriculture. Hear- 
ings will be arranged and due notice thereof given by publication or 
otherwise as may be deemed appropriate. Persons recommending 
changes should be prepared to show the necessity for such action and 
to submit evidence other than that based on reasons of personal con- 
venience or a desire to kill game during a longer open season. 



Hon. James Withycombe, Governor and Chairman Salem 

Hon. I. N. Fleischner Portland 

Hon. Marion Jack Pendleton 

Hon. C. F. Stone Klamath Falls 

Hon. Frank M. Warren Portland 

George Palmer Putnam Secretary 

Carl D. Shoemaker. State Game Warden 

R. E. Clanton Master Fish Warden and Supt. of Hatcheries 

William L. Finley State Biologist 

Office of the Commission. . .Oregon Bldg., Fifth and Oak Sts., Portland 


William Brown St. Helens 

Roy Bremmer Salem 

E. H. Clark Portland 

Roy Dixon Gold Beach 

Jas. H. Driscoll . Ashland 

W. G. Emery Kev-'pcri 

I. B. Hazeltine Baker 

W. O. Hadley The Dalles 

E. C. Hills Eugene 

C. W. Loughrey Seaside 

John Larsen Astoria 

H. L. Gray Vale 

0. B. Parker McMinnville 

H. D. Stout Klamath Falls 

George Tonkin Pendleton 

Orrin Thompson . . . Roseburg 

J. M. Thomas North Bend 

S. B. Tycer Brownsville 

J. W. Walden La Grande 

Edgar Walker Medford 


S. L. Rathbun Portland Jas. H. Driscoll Ashland 

W. 0. Hadley The Dalles W. G. Emery .Newport 

John Larson Astoria 



Following is a synopsis of the fish and game laws of the State of 
Oregon, including federal regulations for the protection of migratory 
birds for 1916: 


Resident Hunter's License $ 1.00 per year 

Non-Resident Hunter's License 10.00 per year 

Resident or Non-Resident Angler's License 1.00 per year 

Combination Hunter's and Angler's License 2.00 per year 

Hunters' and anglers' licenses may be secured from any county 
clerk by applying in person, or by application signed by two freer- 
holders on regular blank which may be obtained from county clerk, or 
from any of the regularly appointed representatives of the Fish and 
Game Commission. 

Civil War veterans may obtain licenses free from the county 
clerks only, upon proof of service. No license is required to angle 
in salt water for non-game fish, nor is a license necessary for women 
to hunt and angle. 

It is unlawful for aliens to hunt and angle without first having 
obtained a $25 gun license and both hunters' and anglers' licenses. 

Women who hunt for and kill deer must have license to obtain 


No shooting of migratory game birds between sunset and sunrise. 

There is a closed season until September 1, 1918, on the follow- 
ing migratory game birds: Wild or band-tailed pigeons, little brown, 
sandhill and whooping cranes, swans, curlews, wood ducks, and all 
shore birds except the black-breasted and golden plover, Wilson or 
jack snipe, woodcock and the greater and lesser yellowlegs. 


District No. 1. 

Comprising all counties west of the Cascade Mountains. 

Buck deer with horns — August 15 to October 31. 
Silver gray squirrels — September 1 to October 31. 
Ducks and geese — October 1 to January 15. (Federal law.) 
Rails and coots — October 1 to January 15. (Federal law.) 
Shore birds, black breasted and golden plover, Wilson or jack snipe, 
woodcock and greater and lesser yellowlegs — October 1 to De- 
cember 15. (Federal law.) 

Chinese pheasants and grouse — October 1 to October 31. Jackson 
County — October 1 to October 10. No open season in Coos, 
Curry and Josephine counties. 

Quail — Open season in Coos, Curry, Jackson and Josephines Counties — 

October 1 to October 31. Closed at all times in other counties. 
Doves — September 1 to October 31. 


District No. 2. 

Comprising all counties east of the Cascade Mountains. 

Buck deer with horns — August 15 to October 31. 

Silver gray squirrels — Season closed in Hood River and Wasco coun- 
ties by order of the State Board of Fish and Game Commission- 

Ducks and geese — October 1 to January 15. (Federal law.) 

Rails and coots — October 1 to January 15. (Federal law.) 

Shore birds, black breasted and golden plover, Wilson or jack snipe, 
woodcock and greater and lesser yellowlegs — October 1 to Decem- 
ber 15. (Federal law.) 

Chinese pheasants — Open season in Union County — October 1 to 
October 10. Closed at all times in other counties. 

Grouse — August 15 to October 31. 

Prairie chickens — Open season in Sherman, Union and Wasco Coun- 
ties — October 1 to October 15. Closed at all times in other 

Sage hens — July 15 to August 31. 

Quail — Open season in Klamath County — October 1 to October 10. 

Closed at all times in other counties. 
Doves — September 1 to October 31. 

Bag Limits. 
Buck deer with horns — 3 during any season. 
Silver gray squirrels — 5 in any seven consecutive days. 
Ducks, geese, rails, coots and shore birds — 30 in any seven consecutive 

Chinese pheasants, native pheasants and grouse — 5 in one day includ- 
ing 1 female Chinese pheasant, and 10 in any seven consecutive 
days, including 2 female Chinese pheasants. 

Prairie chickens and sage hens — 5 in one day and 10 in any seven 
consecutive days. 

Quail — 10 in any seven consecutive days. 
Doves — 10 in one day or 20 in any seven consecutive days. 
Geese killed in Wasco, Sherman, Gilliam, Harney, Crook, Morrow and 
Umatilla counties may be sold after having metal tags attached. 


Trout over six inches — April 1 to October 31 — Bag limits 75 fish or 
50 pounds in any one day. 

Trout over ten inches — All year — Bag limit 50 fish or 50 pounds in 
one day. 

Bass, crappies, Williamson's white fish, cat fish and graylings — All 
year — Bag limit 40 pounds in one day. 

"Yanks" in Wallowa Lake — All year, except September 15 to October 
10 — Bag limit 50 pounds in one day . 


To kill mountain sheep, antelope, elk, beaver, female deer, spotted 
fawn, silver pheasants, golden pheasants, Reeves' pheasants, Eng- 


lish partridge, Hungarian partridge, Franklin grouse or fool hen, 
bob-white quail, swan, wood duck, wild turkey, least sandpiper, 
western sandpiper, solitary sandpiper, semi-palmated plover, 
snowy plover, and all other birds of any kind, except those on 
which there is an open season. 

The following are not protected at any time: Duck hawk, 
sharp-shinned hawk, prairie falcon, goshawk, English sparrow, 
great horned owl, northern shrike, cormorants, American margan- 
ser, crows and ravens, magpies and blue jays. 

To rob any birds' nests except such birds as are not protected by law. 

To hunt without having hunting license on person,, and to refuse to 
show same on demand of proper officer or owner or representa- 
tive of real property where hunting. 

To hunt at night. 

To sell or have in possession plumage of protected birds. 

To hunt on any game reservation. 

To disguise sex or kind of any game. 

To hunt deer with dogs. 

To lie in wait near licks while hunting deer. 

To sell game of any kind except when propagated according to law. 

To shoot game from public highways or railroad rights-of-way. 

To wantonly waste game. 

For aliens to hunt without a special gun license. 

To shoot from any power, sink or sneak boat, or sink box. 

To hunt on enclosed or occupied unenclosed lands without permission 
of owner. 

To trap fur-bearing animals without a license. 

To burn tules between February 15 and September 15, excepting by 
permit from State Game Warden. 

To have in possession more than 40 pounds of jerked venison. 

To trap, net or ensnare game animals, birds or fish, except as ex- 
pressly provided. 

To hunt within the corporate limits of any city or town, public park 
or cemetery, or on any campus or grounds of any public school, 
college or university, or within the boundaries of any watershed 
reservation as set aside by the United States to supply water to 
cities, or within any national bird or game reservation. 

To resist game wardens or other officers charged with the enforce- 
ment of the game laws. 

To angle for any fish without having a license on person, and to refuse 

to show same on demand of proper officer. 
To fish by any means other than by hook and line. 

To use salmon spawn in Willamette River and tributaries south of East 
Independence station, Marion County. 

To cast lumber waste, dye, chemicals, decaying substance, etc., or to 

use powder or poisonous substances in streams. 
To fish at night or on stream within 200 feet below any fishway. 
To sell trout, bass, crappies, cat fish, white fish or grayling. 

To maintain an irrigation ditch without having it screened at the 



All game is owned by the State. 

Any game animal, bird or fish raised in captivity may be sold if 
properly tagged. 

Any game animal or bird may be held during closed season if properly 

Any game animal or bird may be imported from without the United 
States and sold if properly tagged. 

Any navigable stream and any streams flowing through public lands 
are highways for fishing. 

Taxidermists must pay a license of $3 per year. 

The State Board of Fish and Game Commissioners are empowered to 
summon and examine witnesses under oath, to suspend open sea- 
sons, offer rewards to apprehend violators, and to acquire any kind 
of game for propagation, experimental or scientific purposes. 


Any person killing any mountain sheep, mountain goat, antelope, 
elk, or moose, may be fined from $200 to $1,000 and imprisoned not 
less than 60 days or more than six months. 

Unless otherwise provided, violations of other sections carry pen- 
alties of not less than $25 or more than $500 and costs, or by im- 
prisonment not less than 30 days or more than six months. 

Besides fines, any one violating laws shall -be- subject to -a civil 
liability ranging from $2 for each game bird to $300 for elk and 
mountain sheep; shall forfeit all guns, dogs, boats, traps, fishing 
apparatus and implements used in violation of laws, and shall forfeit 
his hunting license for the balance of the calendar year in which the 
offense was committed. 


It will be appreciated if violations are reported to State Game 
Warden, Portland, Oregon, or any deputy game warden. All com- 
munications will be treated as strictly confidential. 

The fur-bearing animal trapping law or the commercial fishing 
laws will be furnished upon request. 


A barefoot boy, 

A white birch pole; 
A can of worms, 

A swimmin' hole. 
A baited hook, 

A tug and sw'sh; 
A steady haul, 

A string of fish. 

A white duck suit, 

A canvas boat; 
A costly rod, 

A patent float. 
A gaudy fly, 

A cast and swish; 
A pretty sight, 

But nary a fish. — Selected. 




Th Aitken Revolving Fish Screen was invented to meet the 
demand made by the laws of Oregon that irrigation ditches and 
water conduits be adequately screened against the passage of fish. 


A study of the accompanying illustration or cut will explain 
its mechanism. The Screen receives its motive power by a 
hydraulic motor operated outside the flume. A small amount of 
water is piped from the bottom or side of flume to the cups on 
the motor wheel, and power is transmitted to the Screen by the 
use of two sprocket wheels (4 to 8x1). The smaller wheel is 
fastened on the motor shaft, the larger on the screen shaft, using 
sprocket chain to transmit the power. 

This Screen will operate in all stages of high or low, swift 
or dead water because it does not depend on the rate of flow for 
its operation. The Screen should revolve slowly so that the 
pressure of water will cause any leaves, moss or other debris, to 
adhere to the screen, thus carrying it over with the stream; this 
feature makes it self-cleaning. 

Properly installed this Screen should require no attention for 
the season. Instructions for installing the Aitken Screen accom- 
pany all screens sold. 

For further information address, 

SAM. L. SANDRY, Superintendent of Fish Screens, 
Rogue River, Oregon. 


CARL D. SHOEMAKER, State Game Warden, 
Portland, Oregon. 

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Game Protection and 
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1. We stand for vigorous and 
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5. We stand for such an in- 
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6. We are opposed in gen- 
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foreign species as a sub- 
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1. We stand for vigorous 
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2. We want the lid off on 
spring shooting, and 
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3. We stand for a vigorous 
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4. We stand for an adequate 
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5. We wouldn't mind seeing 
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6. We should worry about 
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edited by J. A. 

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as only a Western magazine can. Thrilling stories 
of hunting and fishing, gun-lore to suit, be you a 
novice or an unquestioned expert, a new trap- 
shooting department—everything the out-door man 
wants to read. 

Among our contributors are— T. S. Van Dyke, 
Oliver Kemp, Wm. H. Wright, Addison Powell, 
Samuel G. Camp, Dan Beard, F. E. Kleinschmidt, 
Chas. Askins, and Chas. Cottar. Mr. O. Warren 
Smith edits our angling department, and Ruth 
Alexander Peppel the new trap-shooting depart- 
ment. Chauncy Thomas's "Camp Fire Talks" are 
great. In the arms and amunition department, 
you will find articles by such gun experts as Ash- 
ley A. Haines, Chas. Newton, Captain A. H. Hardy, 
Adolph Topperwein, Chauncy Thomas, Brent Alts- 
heler, Lieut. S. A. Wallen, Lieut. TounsendWhelen, 
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